Christmas Day

Emma was cranky from her incoming molars when she woke up on Christmas morning. As Scott brought her downstairs, she had her head buried in his shoulder and didn't even notice the presents or her HUGE new kitchen. She laid on the couch for an hour before she looked up at the fireplace and said, "Daddio, there's a cup in my stocking!" Game on! After checking out her kitchen, she used her new flashlight to investigate other gifts under the tree. Scott and I let her have a pacifier because it seemed to ease the pain. We took a break to try and eat buttered toast and then opened more from Santa. By 1:00, she was worn out. Take a look at how she fell asleep.