I woke up this morning to our 7yo who'd come to our bed in the middle of the night. We had lovely snuggleds and DH brought us both tea in bed, with the dog.
Christmas is fabulous with him: dressing the tree, Xmas Eve excited can't sleep, eyes full if wonder at presents, in-depth questions about FC (what does he wear under his suit? What order fo the reindeer fly in, and does FC switch the order over? If they get tired, do they sit in the sleigh with FC?).
He's a very jolly little boy, full of hugs, laughs a lot, loves adventures, imagination the size of Brazil. Currently boring DH and I to tears about Minecraft...but, give and take 
His birth was horrific; he had colic for 4 months; once he could flip over at 3 months, nappy changing was a nightmare - but he trained out of them quickly, so that was a bonus. Fussy eater, loves swimming, scared of heights, loves animals and creatures even spiders.
He's a funny wee thing and my house looks like the Lego factory vomited 