I Love Her Use of Words

As Emmeline and I were driving home from Party City today, she was playing with the balloon she had received from "a nice man" and chatting with herself. I heard her mention something about a dog, and started paying attention. She said, "'Snot a dog. 'Sa balloon. On leash. I have leash on a balloon." I was cracking up at her language. Of course it's a leash. What else do you hold onto to keep your balloon from running away? A leash, naturally.
We're keeping an almost running commentary on the litany of things that Emmeline can do that babies can't. She reminded me today that "babies can't have a cup." Nevermind that I had been telling her that babies can't have cupcakes, cups are more important. She was completely thrown when my mom told her babies can't talk. "Can't use a words?" She was so shocked by this information that she brought it up again, several times. "Babies don't talk." No surprise that Ms. Verbal Skills is concerned about a whole person who can't even communicate. She likes to tell us too about the many things she's going to share with the baby when it comes to our house, "in a spring." She will share her ball and her dog, but according to Em, "babies can't go in Meme's car." Hmmm. Nor in Meme's lap, or all of Meme's house actually. We'll be working on that one.

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Decorating the Tree/Dress-up

My funny girl. She was SO excited to help trim the tree, she could hardly slow down enough to actually HELP. She had a tough time hanging the ornaments, but loved unpacking them, and talking about them. To pass the time, she tried on her dress ups.

Here is an actual conversation we had today. She was sitting in my lap, at nap time, in that 10 minute window before I'm actually off, and we're able to go home.

Me: Emmeline, yuck. Please don't pick your nose.

E: Pickin nose gross?

M: Yes, gross.

E: Pickin nose gross?

M: Yeah.

E: (reaches up to pick my nose)

M: No, thank you. I don't like that.

E: Pick nose self?

Awesome.

Santa Claus!

Another successful visit to the "real" Santa. Emmeline was a little nervous about this all week, but was much more interested when she got to see a few kids going into Santa's sleigh ahead of her. Once she figured out how the routine went, and that Santa wasn't scaring anyone else, she started asking me when it would be her turn. She practically elbowed the family ahead of us out of the way, telling me "Girl all done. Emmeline's turn. I want sit in Santa's lap." She climbed into his sleigh, list in hand, and was doing great, even sitting on his lap without trouble. Then, Santa asked her to look at him...she did and then LOST it. "Mommy hug!" I had to get in the sleigh too. Oh well. At some point, she'll be over this, and then it won't be long before she won't even want to go. Emmeline's list was only one item, a bed for her baby doll, but Santa promised a new baby doll and some storybooks too. I think that would be a lovely Christmas.

On the baby front, we had our 20 week ultrasound the Friday before Thanksgiving. It went well, everything is developing nicely, and the tech didn't slip up and tell us the sex. If I can get my hands on a scanner, I'll put some of the pictures up. Last time, I was attending Loyola, so was able to use their scanners. We're still a little bit last decade here at our house. This baby is WAY more active than I remember Emmeline being at this point. Emmeline's active times were morning and early afternoon. This baby sleeps in, and then parties hard all night. I don't remember Em kicking hard enough to wake me up, or prevent me sleeping, until much closer to the end. I'm only 21 weeks now, and have trouble sleeping most nights because this baby is rocking out. I really do enjoy feeling the kicks though, I had forgotten how great that part of pregnancy is. This is the golden time - not so big to be uncomfortable, and past all the first trimester crap. I'm pretty sure strangers can tell I'm pregnant, and not just lumpy. I love this second trimester. Even with Em, I didn't get big enough to be really truly uncomfortable until around 34/35 weeks. Which means I should be really truly uncomfortable just at our anniversary! Sorry Shawn.

19 Weeks

We have been so busy this fall. Now that Pretentious Thanksgiving is wrapped up, I can try to be better about posting. Especially now that more interesting things are happening. Emmeline is growing and learning so much, that I have avoided posting because I don't even know how to sum it up. I would have to post every day for a month to share all the new things she's done. She's counting, she's got most of her colors, (just don't ASK her, everything's green), she has learned probably 50 new signs, and is past the parrot stage into saying things that she couldn't have heard, but must have come up with on her own. Her toileting is just about done, she has an accident about once every 10 days or less. She's trying so hard to jump, and loves to walk backwards. She can pour her own milk, can eat a container of yogurt without getting it all over her shirt, and can put on her own shoes, provided they are mary jane style. Emmeline LOVED Halloween and is still trying out Trick or Treat! hoping for candy.

As for me, I've made it to all my prenatal appointments, and they have all been as disappointing as I found them with Emmeline. At least this time, I was prepared for how BORING these appointments are. I had one yesterday, heartbeat is in the 150s, I'm measuring right for dates, and have put on about 6 pounds. The more exciting stuff happens elsewhere. I've been feeling this baby move since pretty early on, partly because I knew what to feel for, and because things are ...looser? Not sure what the right word is, but I felt this kiddo around 11 weeks. Today was the first baby hiccups. I forgot how adorable that is. And slightly annoying, as I was trying to take a nap during my limited napping time window. But still nice. We have our ultrasound on Friday. As with Em, we won't be finding out the sex, so don't even ask. However, I'm still always interested in what people think we'll be having. I'll try to get Shawn to take a belly picture tonight so you can decide whether I'm carrying low or high, or whatever other evidence it is people use to decide.

And, We're Back!

Obviously, we've been busy this summer. So busy, I couldn't even post a new blog entry. Quick recap: Went to Denver in June for a conference for Shawn's work, got to see Shaina and Judi! Went to Raleigh in July to officiate/bridesmaid in Merissa and Luke's wedding. Went to St. John in August and hung out with the Blomases and Simpson/Lichliters. Emmeline's potty trained (95%). We've been enjoying our fruits and veggies from Great Country Farms, and the free U-Pick we get for being members. I lost my camera, which is also part of the reason I haven't posted. No memory card, no pictures. But then Shawn FOUND my camera! Weee! And, I'm pregnant.
So a pretty eventful summer. But now the weather is slightly chillier (I mean, after a summer of record breaking heat, 85 feels chilly). Fall is approaching, and with it, FOOTBALL! PUMPKINS! CIDER! LEAVES! and JACKETS! Yea yea yea yea yea! So, hopefully, pictures to follow of us doing all of those fun fall things. I'm not sure yet how I will post pictures of us jacketing or cidering, but I'll see what I can do.

Lame Update

At some point, I'll have ten minutes so sit and write about all the funny and sweet things Em is doing lately, but for now, pics and captions will have to suffice:

Helping make dinner! Em loves her apron, she knows it means food is coming.

Signing help.

Emmeline loves to feed her baby, whose name is Ava. Ava is a 4 year old at our preschool who likes to share her breakfast with Em.

We took Em to the Botanic Garden a few weekends ago. Their children's garden is awesome! She loved watering the plants.

After the Botanic Garden, we went to a little family dinner at Jaleo. Delicious!

Emmeline tried so hard to get that ball when Andrew and Luke and Daddy were throwing it around. She never got discouraged though - she knew at least one of the three men she has wrapped around her finger would give in eventually.

Emmeline really really enjoyed her first corn on the cob at Gracie's house. My camera died as I took this picture, so it's not a great one, but I cannot emphasize enough how much she liked that corn.

Under-Where?

Big things happening at our house... Emmeline started wearing underwear this weekend. She did so much better than I could have expected over the weekend, only having a few accidents. Today, day 4 in underwear, she was DRY ALL DAY!!! Granted, she was wet at nap, but since she turned 16 months on Sunday, I'm not going to hold it against her. She is a superstar.

Once Upon a Potty

*For those who are perturbed by potty language, please choose another blog. I will try to keep it clean, but can't promise much.*

I have had high hopes for potty training Em since before she was born. I was going to use cloth diapers so that she would start out from the beginning knowing how a wet diaper feels. The "good" brand diapers absorb the moisture too quickly; children in crappy diapers or cloth tend to train earlier. When my cloth diapering dream ended in a rash of, well, rash, I tried to use the cheapest diapers possible. That went by the wayside until a few months ago - she kept pooping through them. Since her birthday, however, we have been using store brand diapers, and sitting Emmy on the potty after she wakes up, after nap, before bath and before bed. Back in February, she was using the potty pretty much everytime we sat her on it. We signed potty, we talked about wet and dry, we practiced washing hands, we read potty books. Things were going swimmingly.
Then she started walking. Once she figured out how to get up from the potty, that was what she wanted to spend her time doing. It has been several weeks since she would sit on the potty unless she was being entertained. I still made her sit at least before bath, since her peeing in the tub is not how I want to spend an evening, but rarely was anything happening.
I was getting a little frustrated; not that I wanted to force the issue, but she had been doing so well! I had been quietly buying training underwear anytime I saw it on sale. I had bought another potty so we could have one on both levels of the house.
About a week ago, I decided I know enough and have enough experience to give this a good try again, without pushing her or really frustrating myself. So, every afternoon, after nap, I put her in underwear. I let her walk around the house, and dragged the potty with us into every room. I analyzed every facial tic, and would have her sit on the potty whenever she looked like something was going on. She peed on herself a few times, and I just cleaned it up, and reminded her that her potty was close for next time. By Friday, she was telling me as she was peeing in her diaper or underwear! She's not really ready to be potty training for real, but I feel really good about where she is now. Last night, she told me in the tub that she had to poop. I got her out of the tub, and she did poop - right in the potty. Same thing this afternoon. She's definitely got an awareness now of what's going on, so if things continue like this, we may be done with diapers before the fall!!!
I'm really excited for this next step onto toddlerhood. Whooooohooo!

Catch Up

I've been really bad about uploading pics. This one is Jeffrey having a BLAST in the tub, and Emmeline about to lost it. Great blackmail for high school though.

This is Emmeline finding her basket on Easter morning. I was sort of busy and only managed to get one of her in her Easter dress though, so I'll have to ask the Grandmas to help me out here.

Woot!

Monday, Rebecca saw Emmeline for her weekly PT. That morning, Emmeline was taking three and four steps if prompted, between us. She wasn't happy about it, but would share things between me and Rebecca. This morning, I got to school, put her down in the middle of the playroom, and put my stuff away. When I came back, Emmeline was still standing where I put her. I walked closer to her, and she took 7 steps to me! The entire rest of the morning, she was walking everytime she could get up! To be fair, this first began this Saturday as a love affair with the bike (I mean, like dirt bike/ATV) that Grammy and Aunt Katie got for her. She took 6 steps to get to that gorgeous bike. But this morning was totally different. No external motivation for walking-just walking. It was awesome, and I think we may have rounded the corner. After this, I promise to stop blogging about Emmeline's physical progress and start writing about other stuff.

Happy St. Pat's

What a difference a year makes, huh? Hardly even looks like the same kid.

Picture Catch Up

Working very hard on fork and spoon- Yes, two fisted eater

Chocolate Lover's Festival...yes, confirmed, Emmeline is a chocolate lover




Enjoying the nice(r) weather, Em loves to climb the stairs at the playground!

Gimme 2 Steps, Gimme 2 Steps Mister

And it begins. For months, in an effort to console us, people have been telling us that once Emmeline starts walking, we'll be wishing she would go back to being little. Wishing we could slow her down. Well, she's not really walking WALKING yet, but she took her first two steps toward self propulsion on Saturday night. I can't explain that there is no way Shawn and I will wish she would stop. We're very proud.

PT Update

Emmeline has had three whole dates with her new BFF, Miss Rebecca. Actually, Miss Rebecca might be my new BFF too. I'm not attributing Emmeline's incredible progress on her feet directly to Miss Rebecca, but I feel that she has played a part. At the end of January, Emmeline would not pull up on furniture, didn't want to support her own weight standing, cried if we stood her up, and refused to be on her belly on the floor. As of tonight, she CAN crawl (still doesn't like to, but physically is capable), will crawl up our entire flight of stairs without enticement, pulls up on anything she can, and can stand unassisted for about 10 seconds. She will walk if we hold her hands, and likes to walk with her baby doll stroller. The amazing changes that have taken place in the last 28 days probably don't seem amazing to parents whose children do these things on time - to me and Shawn, they are all marvels. I think she might actually walk before she hits puberty. Of course, she's technically still not even late for walking. But it kills me to watch children younger than her walking around blithely at the mall or church or school. She has worked SO hard at just pulling up. I still don't know how she got to be where she is; there are many different ideas floating around. My best theory is that she really didn't get the tummy time she should have because of her reflux, and her personality is very flexible. She isn't motivated by dangling toys out of her reach; she'll just choose a different toy then, thank you very much. She isn't very persistent in terms of physical effort. This of course means I have a pretty easy going kid - easily interested in something else after something verboten has been taken away - but it also means that we have to find some kind of motivation to get her moving. And that's the biggest difference I see now. She is moving for the sake of moving. She wants to try out pulling up on different things just to see if she can. She wants to climb the stairs, not because Mean Daddy is dangling Shelton just out of her reach, but because her brain is telling her to try it. If Miss Rebecca managed to change that, then she is definitely my new BFF.

Why? Why Didn't Anyone Tell Me?

Another in the long list of secrets no one tells you, just waits for you to figure out on your own:
While your hormones allow you to hold on to your hair while you are pregnant, the hair immediately starts falling out after the baby is born. Yes, people told me that. What all of my mom friends and the books I read failed to tell me is that when your hair begins to grow back in, you can have matching hair with your infant. I have all of these ridiculous baby hairs sticking up on the crown of my head and by my bangs. Real cute. I can't put a little velcro bow in so strangers smile and tell me how cute I am. I have been secretly stealing Shawn's pomade.

Snow Days

You've heard all about it. You've experienced it yourself. Snowpacalypse. Snoverkill. Here at my house. Emmeline has been taking it hard. I stayed home from work on Friday, and got off work at 12:30 on Thursday, so we've been home pretty much every minute since February 4 at 1. We did go to the grocery store, CVS, Home Depot. Not exciting. Emmeline has, in the last 7 days:

- helped bake banana muffins, brownies, and chocolate chip cookies

- tasted her first chocolate chip, banana muffin, and chocolate chip cookie (I drew the line at brownie)

- played hairdresser with both mommy and daddy

- chased Ruby around the basement

- watched her first TV (she has been present for TV watching, and even tuned in a little. This was the first time I turned on the TV trying to engage her in watching it.)

- lumped around the floor, begging to be picked up

- screamed to be put on the ground

- spent a LOT of time being walked around the house by Shawn or myself

- pulled up on anyone who walks by her

- learned how to come down the stairs...on her butt

- fingerpainted for the first time - naked, in the bathtub

- pooped in the toilet

- peed in the toilet

So, you know, it's been a busy couple of days for her. Shawn and I are likewise completely exhausted. I LOVE my daughter, I greatly enjoy the time I get to spend with her, but I am beat.

IFSP

Introvert/Feeling/Sensitive/Person? No, I didn't have Emmeline take the MBTI.
Introspective First Summer Planner? Nope, not that either. (I made that up.)

This is something I have been meaning to blog about, but didn't quite know how to start. When you're embroiled in something, it's not easy to stop and explain it to others from the very beginning. So, Emmeline doesn't crawl. We know that. She commando crawled a little, before she figured out how to flip onto her behind. Since that fateful day, we have not been able to put her on her belly on the floor - she just gets up to her butt and does her cute butt scoot. For the uninitiated, she leans her weight on her left hand, behind her, while she uses her right foot to drag herself along the floor. She's become very adept at this, and it is her preferred method of locomotion. It works for her. However, she never got all that good time working her muscles (especially her leg muscles) while crawling around.
So, when we took her for her 9 month check up, Dr Martin asked about how she did pulling up or supporting her own weight when we stood her up. I told him she had no desire to do either of those things, and after he tested her out, he found I was right. He recommended I give it a month, and if she was still not supporting her weight on her legs, we would need to consider...other things. I don't remember what exactly, just that the pediatrician was telling me I had a month to get my kid to do something. Right. I felt that it was not a big deal that she wasn't pulling up at 9 months (I mean, some kids don't even crawl until 10 months, I really wasn't worried). I was slightly worried that she wasn't supporting her own weight, but she has run a little behind with all gross motor stuff.
Fast forward to December. Emmeline is now 10, almost 11 months. I realize that she is not going to work this out on her own. She is no closer to pulling up, and is downright scared if I stand her up, even leaning on something. Great. This is when I decide to call the pediatrician. He checks her out, and says he feels that her muscle tone is very low. He gives me a referral to the Early Intervention program here. They meet her, and after playing lots of games with her, chatting with me, and checking her out, decide that she is eligible for services through the county. The physical therapist we met with wrote a detailed, and somewhat depressing, IFSP - Individualized Family Service Plan. Which brings us pretty much up to date.
As of now, I'm just waiting for a call telling us who our physical therapist is, and when/where we will meet for our weekly PT date.
Of course, this all uncharted territory for us. I've worked with a few children with IFSPs before (this is the preschool equivalent of an IEP), but every one of those kids had serious special needs - autism or CP, things that aren't going to go away. This is different, in that it seems Em only needs a little push and practice before she'll catch up. The physical therapist who wrote up her IFSP said she thought Emmeline would easily meet the goals she set long before the goal date. We'll see, and I'll update things here with how the physical therapy is going.

Milepost: Toddler

Emmeline has hit a bunch of milestones lately, although I may be making a mountain range out of molehills, since I get geeky about these things. (It's my job, and she's my kid.) My favorite so far is her newest sign - please. She signs please all day long, anytime there is anything she wants. I think she's signing it the way some kids sign more, like, yes that! But I count it as being polite.

She also went from the phase of "taking things out of things" into "putting things into things" while we were on our trip. Previously, if there was a container with anything in it, those things had to be taken out and flung aside. This included anything in my purse (awesome honey, let's put those tampons back in the purse now), any toy in a basket, all books in shelves, food in bowls/containers. Anything. Granted, this was a way to keep her busy, but a messy one. Then, as we packed up to come home from Buenos Aires, I noticed Em putting shampoo into Shawn's shoe. So, after we boarded the plane, we had about 45 minutes to kill before take off. I found an air sickness bag, and placed a pen top, lip gloss, hand cream, a shoe, and my Petco card into the bag. She spent almost the whole 45 minutes taking the items out, placing them in a neat pile, and replacing them in the bag. Then, Tuesday night, she saw the parmesan cheese shaker I had out from Gracie's visit, and just started putting the toothpicks in - she literally wasn't able to do this activity on Friday night. It took her a while to do all 8, but once she got it, she did the whole group 4 times! I was so impressed. Her fine motor skills kill me.

Of course, with all of this progress toward being a big girl comes the milestone I was really not looking forward to: the Tantrum. I don't mean you take something away from her, and she cries until you distract her with something new. I mean, the full on, screaming, looking at you to see your reaction, hysterical fit. Lucky me, we had one of those for dinner Tuesday night. She wanted nothing to do with the dinner I prepared for her. I ended up leaving the room and letting her cry for a few before I came back in. Hard, but not even close to letting her cry it out back in the day. It's a lot easier when I know that there is nothing I can do to make it better - she just has to get it out. In the end, she ate every bite of dinner and asked for more, please.

Emmeline is getting really excited about seeing other babies, including pictures of babies. She squeals, and grins. When we read one of her books with pictures of babies, she will touch her head if the baby is wearing a hat, or smile if the baby in the picture is smiling.

Physically, she's working really hard on standing. She can hold herself up now for a minute or so without getting tired. Although, I don't mean in the middle of the room - I mean propped on the table, or coffee table or something. I can't honestly tell if she sits down because her muscles are tired, or if it's because she wants to move. Whatever.

It's amazing to think that a year ago, I was weighing my options about being induced, or walking another 7 miles around Tyson's Corner as I strained to feel anything like a contraction. I also was completely convinced that Emmeline was going to be a boy. She's absolutely amazing, and has been from day one!

Travelin' Baby

Saturday morning, we woke up, shuttled Emmeline off to a pediatrician's appointment, (which was a nightmare. Awful.) then finally got onto 95 to drive to JFK. Yes, we were flying out of JFK the day after Christmas, which meant we had to drive a fair distance to make it in time for our 10:30 departure. After a painful amount of rain and traffic, we arrived at JFK at 8:30, were hustled to the check in counter, and checked into our flight to beautiful Buenos Aires! This is a picture of what my poor girl looked like by the time we got her strapped into her seat on the plane:

Pretty painful, as was the flight. An 11 hour flight in which Em refused to stay in her car seat. So glad we paid for a seat for her on an international flight. Not like that was expensive or anything. Anyway, she slept some, as did Shawn, Merissa and I. We arrived in Argentina on Sunday morning, and were immediately greeted by how baby crazy the portenos are. We were allowed to skip the line at customs since we had a little baby with us. Strangers piched her cheeks, and told us in spanglish how beautiful she was. Asked how old she was, and what her name is. Luckily, I speak Spanish 101, (nothing higher) so I was able to answer their questions for the most part. Emmeline was a superstar down there - she waved, smiled, flirted and blew kisses to most of the strangers.

We were renting an apartment, so we took a cab (no car seat) from Ezeiza Aeropuerto to Recoleta, the neighborhood we would call home for the next week. The apartment was gorgeous, three bedroom, four bath. Wild. Lucky for us, the woman we were renting from spoke English fluently. She told us there was a grocery store around the corner, so we loaded Em into the backpack and hopped over there. We found that instead of a ten items or under line, they had a pregnant/with child ten years or under line! Awesome! We didn't actually see it until we were done, but I think this proves the extent to which the portenos are baby obsessed. Emmeline wasn't a huge fan of the canned peas and jamon y queso raviolis we gave her for lunch.

I won't do a blow by blow of the whole trip, but here are some highlights:

1) Visiting the Buenos Aires Zoo, and seeing indigenous South American animals

2) Numerous taxi rides with generally cranky cabbies who are 10 times as scary as any NYC cabbie

3) Visiting the Plaza de Mayo and the Casa Rosada (famous for many speeches from its balcony by such Argentines as Evita and Diego Maradona)

4) Eating our first alfajores...I don't know how these glorious confections aren't popular here. They are ridiculous - who can resist what is essentially a dulce de leche sandwich cookie coated in chocolate?

5) Riding the "fast ferry" to Uruguay in first class, where we got to ride a bus to a farm where we were the only four people who didn't belong on the farm. They fed us "beautiful" pork, flan, and homemade dulce de leche, along with 7 tons of other homemade food...and showed us their Guinness Book of World Record collections of pencils and keychains. I am not making this up. Swear to you. I also rode a horse. There is photographic evidence.

6) Emmeline taking many naps in our backpack, and also on padded benches at any cafe we could find.

Christmas Part 2

Christmas morning continued on, with lots of baby Tylenol, cuddles, and whining. Emmy soldiered on, through family pictures, and a trip to my parents' house. She opened more presents at Grammy and Gramps' house, and took a nap. That afternoon, the whole family (Patsy, Merissa, Luke, Grandpa Tom, Kathy, Rich, Katie, Alex, Grandma Eileen) came to our house for Christmas dinner. My mom had prepped all the food, and we just used my oven to heat it up. The great part was that since we had ALL of these people at our house, everyone got a turn to hold Em, and try to keep her happy. They also got to help us take pictures and mirrors off our walls, since we were going to have our house painted. Emmeline's fever finally broke at 7, just in time to have a few bites of the dinner she had previously pooh-poohed, and head to bed. By that point, I had already called the on duty nurse with our pediatrician, to see if I should take her to an Urgent Care center. I don't care what the pediatrician says, a "teething" fever should not be 103. She said no, just keep her hydrated, but luckily we were through it just an hour or two later.
Christmas dinner wrapped up around 7:30, and Merissa, Luke, Shawn and I flew around the house moving stuff off the kitchen counter, stripping the bathrooms of personal items, and un-trimming the Christmas tree.
Thus ended our first Christmas at our house. It was exactly what I thought it would be - family, fun, with a touch of frenzy.

Christmas, Part 1

I haven't posted in a while because there's so much to post! I've decided I'll just have to break it up, so here's the first part of Chrismas:

Patsy, Luke and Merissa were all here for Christmas, which was wonderful! On Christmas Eve, Patsy, Merissa and I went to get pedicures and left Em with the boys. The pedicures were an adventure...but when we got back to the house, Shawn mentioned that Emmeline wasn't acting herself, and that he thought her teeth were bothering her, so he'd given her some Tylenol. She was acting kind of whiny, so I picked her up, and could immediately tell she was burning up. Thermometer read 102 axaillary. Awesome. It was 3:30 on Christmas Eve - we were all getting ready for church and dinner with my whole family. Great. We dressed her up, and prepared for a rough evening, packing the thermometer and baby tylenol in the bag; I didn't want to stay home and skip church if she just had a teething fever, and we were going to hold her in our laps anyway, not take her to the nursery.

Church was great, she just sat in our laps and languished. Got to dinner, more of the same, but more whining, because she didn't like what we were feeding her. Also, 4 hours had passed, so we dosed her up again. She didn't sleep very well all night, and was still fevery Chrismas morning, but played along pretty well so long as we kept to the four hour dosing of Tylenol. She opened lots of presents, and really enjoyed all of the babies, books, clothes, and toys she got.