Yesterday was a busy day for the baby girl.

Husband was on leave, we opted not to send Reagan to school for the half-day and McKinley's last day of school until after the new year was Wednesday since she only goes three days a week.

We decided to drive to Tappahannock to meet up with a friend of husband's who is now stationed at Langley AFB. They had been stationed together in the desert a few years ago, but hadn't seen each other since.

We chose a restaurant that is frequented by a more mature crowd (read: senior citizens). Growing up in a small town in the south, that told me that we had made a pretty good choice.

Taylor loves older people. Especially older men. Maybe she thinks she has more in common with them what with the baldness, drooling and all. I don't know.

All through lunch Taylor was very busy looking around and charming fellow diners. She took inventory several times of everything on the table within her reach. She used whoever was holding her at the time as her own personal Johnny Jump-up. She laughed at everything that was said to her. And, she squealed with delight whenever someone would walk over to the table to comment on her cuteness.

She was busy.

By the time we finally got home and got ready for bed she was a little over-tired.

She had a hard time settling down. So, I snuggled up with her and sang lullabies while I rubbed the top of her head.

For some reason that escapes me I thought I would change things up a bit and throw in some Christmas songs.

I have two other daughters. I know babies don't like change. They are big fans of the same-old same-old.

As I started Silent Night, she reached up and put her hand on my cheek like she normally does, but quickly moved it to cover my mouth.

I moved her hand and continued singing.

She moved it back.

Again, I moved it and kept singing since her little eyelids were getting so very heavy.

She then pulled her pacifier out of her mouth and shoved into mine.

Ah. I got it!