I lied about the tree.

I know I said we were going to get and decorate the Christmas tree Saturday night, but it didn't happen. I got my haircut Saturday afternoon, and it was getting dark by the time I got home, and we weren't up for uninstalling the car-seat base from the SUV's backseat to make room for the tree, and then loading up in two cars to pick it out, then coming home and unloading the tree, etc. Maybe next weekend. I'm looking forward to seeing what Emily thinks of the Christmas tree. She may already be sick of holiday music; I discovered the XM stations with Christmas music and I've been enjoying the tunes when we're riding around.


Instead of getting the Christmas tree, we went to the hibachi restaurant for dinner -- we haven't been there since Emily was born. Emily got a little upset at the initial big flame on the grill, but then she was totally mesmerised watching everything our chef did. It was funny; I wish I'd had the camera.


We came home and Emily showed us that sometimes the best toys aren't the ones we spend lots of money on. First, she was sitting on my lap when Hannah jumped up to sit with us. Emily (as I've said) lurves Hannah and reached as far as she could to get her hand on the dog. (No charge for the holes in my socks.) Then Emily decided she'd rather play with a water bottle than with any of the cool toys on her exersaucer.

Of course I have a church report. Emily wore her blue alphabet dress (it's got little As, Bs, and Cs embroidered on it) to church yesterday and looked so cute.

She even wore tights and shoes (I hadn't put the shoes on yet when we took these pictures). But that's not all Emily wore -- it was cold. So here she is bundled up right before we actually left the house.
"I'm ready for church, Mom."