Emmylou was really getting into the Christmas spirit before the Big Day. After watching me wrap lots of presents, she decided to wrap something for me. Remember that scene in Christmas Vacation where Clark's crazy Aunt Bethany wraps up her cat and the Jell-O mold? Emmylou decided the perfect present to wrap for me was a bag of Pepperidge Farm Goldfish:
Those did not last until Christmas Day, in case you're wondering.
Emmylou also got into the Christmas spirit by making gingerbread houses for her third (!) year.
If any of you keep up with me on Facebook, this is not the house that Lola ate while we were out. I had made a bigger one that she ate. Naughty girl!
I don't think I blogged before about our new Christmas tradition: Birdie, our Elf on the Shelf. He showed up a few weeks before Christmas and as Santa's special helper, he sat in a different spot in our house each day, keeping tabs on Emmylou and Miller. He flew back to the North Pole each night to give Santa a full report on whether the kiddos were naughty or nice. Emmylou named him Birdie because he "flies like a bird."
She had to tell Birdie good-bye on Christmas Eve, so she gave him a hug and kiss. Since one of the rules is that you can't touch your elf or he'll lose his magic, we made a little exception, just this once.
Up next, the Big Day!