Happy Monday-after-a-holiday!  I know, ugh, right? 

I have been determined not to have a "baby blog" because that's really not me - but the past few weeks have been more than a little dominated by related things.  This morning I found myself singing "I feel icky, oh so icky, I feel icky and sicky and blahhhhhhhh!"  Yeah, that's been my dominant thought lately.  Then I brushed my teeth, the usual happened because of that, and I felt somewhat better.  Let's leave it at that.

This weekend we attended a wedding.  My "second dad" growing up was remarried.  He had a very serious illness recently, was hospitalized for quite a while.  I am so glad to see him happy again.  His face just lit up when his bride walked down the aisle.  And Emma unintentionally fit right in  - her yellow sundress with white sweater matched the wedding colors perfectly!  She ended up as the impromptu punch-server and had a great time.

We arrived home very late Saturday night (or early Sunday morning) so yesterday was a rest-day.  We finally HAD to go to the grocery store, though - the doggies were out of food!  Oh yeah, and we were out of several things too.  We decided to let Emma try staying home alone for the first time.  Her rules were simple:  Door locked, don't answer the door for anyone, even friend next door.  Don't answer the house phone (she has her own cell phone).  Call us if you need ANYTHING. 

We were at the store about five minutes when another storm hit.  Lately she'd decided she was afraid of storms and wouldn't stay alone when it was thundery out.  I asked Chris what he thought - phone call saying "hurry up!" or no call to prove she's old enough.  Sure enough, no call.  About ten minutes into the storm he called to check on her, and she was busy comforting the scared dog.  She was fine.

We made it home after about an hour, and she helped put away the groceries. She was so happy we let her stay home, kept giving us hugs and grinning.  She told me later it wasn't much different than last week when I'd go to work and she'd watch TV until Chris woke up (he was on vacation last week. Lucky him.).  She did have a point there.  And the dogs were in the house to protect her.  She even started dinner.

I didn't even worry all that much!  (Ok some, but not as much as I thought I would.)