Ana will be three next week. She is so confused about her birthday and about Christmas. She told the Sunday School teacher last week that Christmas is the celebration the birthday of the Teletubbies. Christmas cards are 'Santa birthday cards' and she says she wants a Christmas tree for her birthday (sorted).
We'll be having a party for family members but it being so close to Christmas I can't begin to contemplate arranging a party for toddlers as well. With all the confusion it won't matter so much this year, but next year it'll be an issue. So we thought about it. Ian suggested looking up her Saint's day (in Spain kids get presents on their Saint's day) and maybe having it as a time when she can have friends over for a knees-up or something.
It turned out that St. Anne's day falls in July which nicely cuts the year in half for us. I was also tickled to discover that her Saint, being the mother of the Mother, is the patron Saint, not only of women in labour (which is a personal obsession as some of you will know) but also of housewives and joiners. Joiners claimed her (I guess) because of the idea of making cool stuff from plain old ordinary stuff. Housewives maybe for the same reason. I am tempted to start telling people that we knew this before naming Ana, instead of the truth which is that there wasn't a single other female name we could agree on.