Christmas Play

It's a rite of passage for children and parents alike to attend/participate in a Christmas play.  This is Harrison's second year and Gavin's first.  Last year Harrison was a mere black sheep, he graduated this year to a speaking role.  We practiced and practiced (okay, to be honest, maybe for only a couple of hours prior to the play) but we practiced enough that they did a pretty good job. 

"Jesus came into the world to bring peace and love to everyone."

            To repeat myself from many posts ago, photoshop had to come about from photographing children.  Probably boys at that, and probably ages five and two.  It's nearly  impossible to get these two to sit still and smile.

Gavin was so excited to put on his suit, he kept telling me, "I'm a man."  We took them for ice cream afterward and I took off their jackets and  dress shirts to spare me a date with Stainstick.  Gavin, with endless amounts of chocolate on his white undershirt kept asking, "where my shirt go??  Where my shirt, I wanna be man!"  Harrison told him he wouldn't be a man until he grew up and turned fifteen.

My baby boy is getting so big.  It was just last year that he sat in my lap during the Christmas play and even had to be taken outside for being so restless.  Tonight he was singing "We wish you a Merry Christmas!" and looking so debonair.