
But I waited and didn't wake the sleepy girl up until she was ready, but then we both came downstairs together.
And first things first, Ellie opened her VeggieTales worship Cd...I actually think I'm as big of fan of this CD as she is, it's all the good old worship songs that I never get to here any more...just with cucumber and tomato voices...


And then her main gift...what I had been scoping out for the last six weeks at Costco, her baby doll with kitchen and nursery set. SO excited about this!

Of course, that means daddy has some work to do...yes, he is a direction reader.

But don't worry, Ellie gets in on the action.



Gotta love the bedhead.
But Christmas couldn't take too long because we had an important milestone date. Ellie's first haircut.

To be honest, I was a little nervous about this. See, when Pippy was a puppy and we took her to get groomed for the first time, they snipped her fluffy paws just a little too short, and, not going to lie, I did shed a tear because I didn't like her new do. However, for this event, I was nervous about my little girl's reaction to a complete stranger...not exactly her most favorite thing in the world.
So I jumped up in the chair and told her how much fun it was to wear a blanket around your neck...

But that didn't last, so we decided to just follow the munchkin around...

And as long as she had some animal crackers, she actually didn't mind too much!






Our pretty little girl's bob.
And because the day wasn't full enough with milestones, we put sweet pumpkin upstairs for her nap and spent the afternoon (LOVE three hour naps!) working and arranging her new big girl room...

Thank you, Papa and Nana!



Yes, that is a big girl bed! I don't think Chris and I slept a wink the last two nights just listening for any unusual bumps or sounds of her getting up to play or falling out of bed...but she's been an angel! Now if we can only get used to it...
And this was our Christmas Finale. It truly was the most wonderful time of the year...And now on to baby brother prep...




































