On Thursday we made the brave decision of taking a trip to Toys R Us. Exactly a week before Christmas I expected the place to be crammed with people and low on stock. I was wrong. Ok, granted it was busy but we were able to wander around at our leisure with P2 running about like an excited mess and P3 in the Doona fast asleep.
Our aim of this trip was to buy P1 a birthday present to add to the present she’d already sneakily spied hidden behind bits in our bedroom. I’d felt awful the moment she revealed to us that she already knew what she was getting. I felt deflated. Made up some excuse that it might not be a Barbie and that it could just be a box.
Hubby being hubby, had to look around the whole shop to find exactly the right deal. He also couldn’t settle on what we should get P1. At times I think he knows her better than I do because he has brilliant gift ideas for things she’ll really appreciate.
We came away with more Barbie sets and a Fur Real Animals moving/talking Bear that P2 wouldn’t put down. We told her she could have it for Christmas but that soon went out the window. She was being just too cute for us not to give in.
We are now officially ready for P1s birthday. She has presents I think she’ll love, her Great-Grandad is coming round for the day and she has a trip to the pantomime that she has absolutely no idea about. I’m excited. I can’t quite believe she’ll be 6 though. I keep looking at old photos and looking at her wondering where these years are going.