Indiana Jones and the Temple of Presents

It seems I don't have anything to write about other than Ellie these days. That's probably because she has been home with me for the past 2 1/2 weeks due to a cold or stomach bug and we have spent the time glued at the hip and trapped ensconced in the house.

Sunday, she really wished it was her birthday. I was grateful it was not. She came up with a plan~

a) pick out toys with her eyes closed
b) bring them to me
c) entreat me to wrap them
d) for her "birthday"

I was not super keen on this plan, but Mr. O foraged in the storage room and brought up the Frosty the Snowman wrapping paper, gift tags, and tape. Then he wrapped a gift for her because that's just the sort of dad he is. Ellie really wished for more gifts to unwrap.

I caught her applying bits of tape (with her eyes closed) to a very wrapped package with jagged edges.

So it will be a surprise, momma.

How could I not wrap a few more for her after that? We were all invited to the party to witness her exclamations of delight. Maybe next Christmas just got a little easier and I can just recycle her current toys.
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Every night I sing to her

Which songs would you like?

How many songs are we gonna read?

Three? or five?

Can we just have three songs?

Which ones would you like?

It's always - Indiana Jones (side note: this is actually I've Been Working on the Railroad. I have no idea how she ever associated Indiana Jones with it since she hasn't seen any of the movies), Child of God, and the Puppy One (How Much Is That Doggy in the Window?).

And if we go for the full five songs, she slips in Twinkle, Twinkle Star and The Ipsy, Tipsy Spider.

The other night she said, Dad already sing-ed me.

He did?

Yeah, he did it like this "Dinah won't you blow? Dinah won't you blow? Dinah won't you blow?"

Do you mean he didn't know it?

Yeah, he was just teasing me. Her hand flew up to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

But don't tell him I told you. Just tell him I said he did a really good job singing to me.