A Pretty Good Sunday

Today has been pretty productive. I made myself a modest to-do list and finished everything on it! I would, of course, like to have gotten more done, but we do what we can. I was up quite early, you see. Scott was up early to go hiking - oops, I mean hunting... Emma had gone to bed early last night, and so, was up early this morning. The first thing she did was get the Singing Christmas Tree. Scott tried to get it away from her before I freaked out, but, too late. When I'm up, I'm up. That's when I made my to do list for the day. I called Oma and Papa to find some sympathy - what was I thinking?! During the phone call, out came the Singing Elf Hat and the the Barking Christmas Dog. Oy! Bailey has food prepped for almost 2 weeks, Jazzy's ears have been cleaned and medicated. Christmas cards have been finished (now I just need stamps). Laundry has been done AND put away. Scott even made a big breakfast and chocolate chip cookies. The lights are on the little tree, but that's it. Once I can reclaim my living room from toys and hunting gear I'll be able to decorate a little more. Speaking of Christmas... We have repeatedly asked the kid what she wants for Christmas. Last time we asked her, she said she forgot what she wanted. Today she played with her rock, "Rockie." She even gave Rockie a bath - and I believe she even moisturized it. Later, she very sweetly asked if she could have a tissue for Rockie, because she wanted to make a blanket. She's a good swaddler! A rock. The kid has a room full of toys and goodies, and she plays with a rock. I am more proud of her than I can express! I foolishly asked where the rock came from... "outside." was the response I got in a duh type of tone. "Rockie was actually digging in the garden." Ok. Last year she asked only for the Singing Elf Hat - thank you, Hannaford! Just the other day my sweet little girl put on an old (and rather large) bib - backwards, and her Singing Elf Hat. Oh, yeah, and her tutu (which is getting pretty small!) Then she started running from one end of the house to the other. When she runs you know it! Scott asked her to please stop running inside. "I'm flying!" She was Super Elf Baby! And, Super Elf Baby flies! Yup! I drink! But, I wouldn't change a thing!