The CBS children's Christmas program was this past Wednesday. While the other children sang, or at least stood there, Jack did this. He fell onto the floor and started screaming. Maybe it's because he was overwhelmed with an entire room full of people watching, or maybe it was the loud music. Either way, we're convinced that he doesn't have a bright future in theater. And that's okay. Or maybe he does have some sort of dramatic streak in him, and since he couldn't sing all the words to the song, he thought the best way to get everyone's attention was to throw a tantum. It worked. It wasn't the adorable, tear-inducing production we hoped it would be, but he was 100% Jack, and we loved it.
Jack did redeem himself by making quite the fabulous gingerbread house the other day. He enjoyed putting the M and Ms onto the house and then eating one to reward himself. I wish there was a finished product to show you, but about 5 minutes after this picture was taken I broke the roof in half. Oops. Jack didn't seem to mind. He calmly said "Oh no. Gingeebwed bwokeen. Eat?" ...meaning 'Oh well...let's make the most of this and eat this junk.'
Our friend Leslie threw a Happy Birthday Jesus party on Friday. It was so much fun. The kids wore these hats and sang Happy Birthday to Jesus and then ate cookie cake. There were crafts and treat bags....so much fun and such a creative way to instill in our children what this holiday is about. Jack loves talking about 'Baby Jeethuth". As you can see, Finley just chilled in his party hat once we got home. Jack wore his on Saturday morning while eating his happy cakes (pancakes) and dip it (syrup).
Yesterday John had to work, so it was just another day for the boys and me. John read in the paper that Palmetto Bluff was having a Christmas festival of sorts. There were food booths, crafts, and cookie stations, and at noon, Santa would come. My first thought, which I'm assuming is my 'mother's intuition', said, 'No way. Not without help.' But I didn't listen. We get to Palmetto Bluff, walk 10 minutes to the Santa line, which is wonderfully short, and it starts to RAIN! Fortunately we were standing under a beautiful live oak which reduced what hit us to a drizzle at worst. Santa finally arrived at 12:20, and the boys were able to sit on his lap within a few minutes. It was chaos. But as I was running back to the car, pushing the stroller in the rain with one hand, singing Jingle Bells to keep Jack content, and holding their Santa polaroid picture upside down to keep it from ruining, I felt oddly happy that we had gone forth with the plan. We were wet, but we were happy.
We got home to realize that Jack's glasses were missing a right lens. We did find it in the car, and the nice optician we met a few weeks ago came in the shop on his day off to fix them! That's the Christmas spirit, huh?
We'll be posting more picture soon. Hopefully we'll all be bundled up. There's a cool front coming here! It's been in the 80s this week. Weird being at the playground in shorts hearing "White Christmas" play over the radio.
Hope everyone is having a Merry Christmas season!


