Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!


Hello dear ones.

Just popping in to wish you a jolly lovely Christmas, with as much sleep and food and love as you might wish. Our presents are wrapped and our festive lunch ready in the fridge (we were due to have lunch with family, but 2014 has been redubbed The Year of the Unexpected Viral Rash, Thanks Teddy). I’m not sure we’ve hit all our Christmas traditions, we’ve got through a tub and a half of chocolates already, so honestly, we’re already winning.

I leave the Christmas Tree 2014 video below, to speed you into the best bits of Christmas Eve. We’ll be back in the New Year with a new look, so come back! I miss your faces.

Rachel x


Five things I learned from our Christmas Tree 2013 video


it takes me approximately twenty-seven years to unwind a string of lights.


the lot of a baby is to spend ten minutes trying to get hold of a plastic bag, then having it taken away a second after you manage it.


if Henry’s that keen to wear sparkly baubles as earrings, he might be spending a little too much time with me.


we really should go in for family ballroom dancing. A glorious career awaits.


Hen saves his very best dance moves for when the lights are off.

For all those who wish to watch 2012’s Christmas Tree video and cry about how much bigger Henry got in a year (*coughs, raises hand*), you can find it here.

Happy December! Now the season’s really started.

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Its name is Sprucey


Our Christmas tree experience this year got off to an inauspicious start.

We all had colds. And we took forever to get going because we went to Sainsbury’s first to get some wellingtons for Henry, and they didn’t have any but they did have a lady giving away Lindt chocolate samples, so we hung around her for far too long looking casual, and then we tracked down some wellies at Next, and then we got going to Yattendon Christmas Tree farm.

It’s at the end of a fifteen minute drive through twisty, woodland roads and little villages. Trees stacked up in every direction in size order. You wander around picking up likely candidates, and bear off your favourite to be wrapped. Afterwards I browse through the ornaments section and pick up our special ornaments for the year. I love it. It’s the most Christmassy start to December I can think of.

Henry, though: Henry had no idea about Christmas trees. All he knew was that we were very cold and surrounded by spiky things for a long time. So he cried, and tripped over his new wellies into piles of mud and cried some more, while we picked up tree after tree that wasn’t quite right. In the end we found one with two heads (we are siamese if you please) and took it away out of sheer desperation.

But then we got it home. And with the extra head facing the wall to watch for burglars it turned out to be the loveliest tree imaginable. We decorated it in the evening, all together – by which I mean that Timothy and I put ornaments on and Henry took them off – and had Christmas music on for the first time this year, and it was delicious. We still haven’t worked out how to stop Henry from stripping the bottom two branches – once he found out they bounced, it was all over, and he kept taking them away to a spot in the corner he thought we couldn’t see – but I am sat upstairs with the smell of Christmas pine drifting over the balcony, and feeling pretty spiffy about it.

Oh, and we made this.  Not that we were keeping count.

The Christmas Ornament Face-Off from Rachel Jeffcoat on Vimeo.

(it needs maximising to watch properly.)

And now I’ve worn the hat, I’m excited. Merry Christmas all! And if you happen to have two heads, then Merry Christmas twice.

On the Third Date of Christmas…

…we embarked on the Great and Glorious Christmas Tree Hunt.

I take Christmas trees very seriously. They have to be real, trailing their pine-needly smell like a Christmas banner unfurled in the living room. The lights have to be white. And the decorations are deliberately a work-in-progress. When I was little, we would go out and buy our Christmas tree and then buy one special tree decoration for the year. As we unpacked the decorations, all our Christmasses past came out of the boxes, and I had the sense of building our collection as we built our family. I love that. So Tim and I bought a basic set of silver and gold baubles for our first Christmas tree, and I’ve been adding to our special decorations ever since. I had the idea today to write the year on each decoration, if I can be trusted to do it in a tasteful and non-ruiny way. Maybe with a silver paint pen? We’ll see. This isn’t my forte, you may recall.

Off we went to Yattendon Christmas Tree farm, and waded for a couple of hours through the greenery. It was like a Christmas tree orphanage. All the stumpy-looking bald ones kept crying out for my attention.

The small tree section had already been pillaged by the time we got there (by the 10th of December?! For pete’s sake!). Last year we managed to snag one that was quite tall and shapely. This year…it ain’t no supermodel, that’s for certain. We’re going to call it Mrs Claus.

Out came the decorations, and out came all our Christmasses past (all four of them). They smelled like pine needles.

And here are our Christmasses yet to come: