My Sweetheart

Emmy has been a little under the weather today, but instead of being a cranky sick kid. She's been a doll. She's been less active and WAY more mellow. She woke up with a high fever and since we are so close to Christmas and have lots of plans, I wasn't waiting around to see if it would go away. I thought she might have an ear or sinus infection since she's had a runny nose for a few days. So, I took her to the doctor. She was well behaved at the doctor's and didn't cry at all (unlike last time when she screamed bloody murder as soon as he walked in and tried to touch her.) When Dr. B. asked what was wrong, Emmy says, "I gotta runny nose." This morning she told me, "I don't taste [food], mommy."

Everything checked out OK at her doctor's appointment so for now, it looks like a 2-3 day virus with high fever that's been making the rounds around town. Tonight we we were all in her bedroom winding down for the evening and checking out which books to read. Out of the blue, Emmy says, "TuTu mommy." (Emily speak for "Thank you.") I asked her several times, "for what, Emily?" And she kept saying, "tutu mommy" and finally added, "for our pretty house." Well, I pretty much melted right then and there. My doll baby was THANKING me for our pretty house. And Dad was sitting right there, too, but she directed it to me--like she knows that Mom does most of the cleaning and decorating and picking up, etc. That little compliment makes all of the dragging up of boxes from the basement, putting up the tree and decorations, researching which lights to get for the windows and outside, shopping for all the presents, and cooking all the special little Christmas treats totally worth it. I want her to grow up in a pretty, happy home and always remember that Christmas was a special time of year in our home.

Little girl got spoiled a bit tonight and I rocked her to sleep while singing all of my favorite Christmas carols.