Tomorrow at our place, a 10-month-old boy will be crawling around experiencing his first Christmas.
I predict Benjamin Phillips will get much joy by scrunching up wrapping paper.
Some of it he will probably drag behind doors, television cabinets and curtains. Being a boy, he has an insatiable curiosity for dusty corners of the house. I sometimes wonder if he does this to keep his parents on their toes, literally, as we are always jumping out of seats to rescue him from his favourite grubby haunts.
You have to laugh and it is easy to laugh at Ben because he is a funny wee guy. He has a lot of life in him.
But there was a time, before he was born, when we feared there may not be any life in him at all. His growth inside the womb was severely restricted, his mother, my wife, Andrea, had pre-eclampsia, and when Ben was delivered it was by emergency caesarean, seven weeks early and small even for that stage of development.