We're finally home and rested after a whirlwind few days with family. We set off on Friday night to go to Tom's parents and we could tell that Em was starting to get a cold (the cause of the first big tantrum?). She was congested but still peppy. On Christmas Eve she put on her black velvety dress and went to the neighborhood party at Grandma & Grandpa's. She was in good spirits, but was her shy quiet self in the new setting. Here she is packing her coloring bag for church.
This quiet demeanor didn't hold when we got to church a few hours later. She hadn't had her nap and decided about 20 minutes in that she was done with the hymns and the praying. It was time to holler! Daddy took her down to the children's room, I joined them later and we came back for the final candlelight version of "Silent Night", which was a success. She enjoyed her presents later that night after a much needed nap. She got some fabulous clothes, and toys..including two strollers which she loves! The best gift of the evening, however, was the calendar that Uncle Paul had sent me.
By Christmas Day this girl had a full blown chest cold. She was really congested and had a slight fever. I of course checked her temp. about 410 times since we don't want a febrile seizure repeat, but she did just fine. We journeyed to my parent house were my extended family was gathered. By evening after everyone had gone and my family began to open presents, the girl was looking frazzled! We stripped her down to her onesie so that she wasn't too hot. She looked a wreck, but she still laughed and laughed at my brother who was goofing around with her. She again made out like a bandit with fabulous gifts and clothing!
We returned home on Tuesday afternoon and I decided that it was time to head to the doctor to be sure those rattle-y lungs weren't a sign of pneumonia. Of course the doctor gave me the "What you've got here is a cold" line. Which was just fine with me.
After a few days of rest she's almost back to 100%. She is enjoying her new
toys to no end, except of course when she finds something like the old dingy mop bucket to play with. I hope everyone had fabulous festivities!
PS Doesn't our girl look so grown up in the pic with the stroller? Where's that baby girl we met just 6 months ago?