Also, here is a picture from the base children's Christmas party, the fire trucks bring the grinch. A U-2 brings the 'Christmas guy.' This year they dressed up too...hilarious. Oh, and Emma got a cookie, a stuffed dog, little doctors set and a dolly with a binky at the party. I don't know how they do it, but they always have great toys for every kid there.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Monday outings
Today I had a dentist appointment and Emma came with me. Steven was going to take the afternoon off, but he ended up having a lot to do this week...plus tonight is his final for his EMT class. He wasn't feeling well this morning, and I know he was exhausted after last week, so we will all be glad when it is over. Anyway, Emma came with me to my cleaning. She kept telling me, "They are gonna call you back and look at your teeth and you're gonna be just fine." It was so cute. She watched as they took X-rays, and cleaned. I set her up with Frozen on the iPad, and she was perfect the whole time. She sung along with her movie...and they gave her stickers. Afterward we went to the pet store to get some Christmas treats for Pepper. They had these adorable little carts for kids, so I let Emma push one all around the store. It was so fun to not be in a hurry and enjoy our shopping. She even handed all our things to the cashier. It was a great time...and then we went shoe shopping. It was fun, too, maybe too much fun by the end. Emma loves to try on shoes and then put them back. It is a good system as she doesn't really ever ask to buy anything...except of course the Mickey Mouse umbrella she found. (I definitely have to be careful about her moods when I take her shopping. Sometimes she is perfectly pleasant, other times I wonder what I was thinking and end up being the mom carrying out the crying child.) About that point in the afternoon she started to get a little crazy. And I never really could get her to settle down, so she went to bed early. She is also learning to ask to go potty right at bedtime, just to stay up. Sometimes I let her, sometimes I don't. But at least she goes.
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