It’s simply time to post. I, once again, don’t feel that I have much to say but I will post none the less. I don’t have any good pictures either. I wish I had some pictures of last night…and that’s where I will start.
Last night Owen had his Christmas program for school. The kindergarten class sang three songs and though we got there pretty early we were no match for the grandmas who had been saving entire pews for 2 hours before show time. We sat near the back and my little point and shoot camera didn’t have the spunk to make a great photo of Owen. He stood in the back row and looked just as handsome as you please in his red shirt and new black pants. The other kids were all so cute too, all dressed up for Christmas and in their sweet innocence they were so eager to find their parents and wave and smile and sing their very best. So cute. After he was done…I wish we could have left…is that bad? We had to sit through three songs from the first graders, and then three songs from the second graders and then we got to hear the 5th grade band play. Wow. Um…let me just give you Aron’s quote, “mommy, dey warming up.” They are beginners and they really did a great job considering their experience. It was sweet to see the pride in their conductor as she turned to bow for the parents. Then the 3rd, 4th and 5th grades put on a performance about Christmas American Style and they did a really good job. I just don’t know them and so it’s hard to care. Is that bad? I’ll be glad to sit through it all when Owen is in that group and my younger ones aren’t fidgeting mercilessly in my lap and on the pew and in my purse and so on. Pictures would have made it more worth it.
I’m going to end with that too. How do you like that? Since I don’t have pictures I don’t think I’ll overload you with content. I know I’ve done it in the past and pretty frequently for that matter, but I’m trying to control myself. I could just type and type and type. Surely you love hearing about my thoughts and all my aches and pains and the noses I wipe and the laundry I wash. Surely, you don’t mind reading about the cookies that are falling from my Christmas tree and the way my counter tops are crowded with grocery bags I need to fold up and stuff into my bag sock. Aren’t those interesting tales…hey at least I could easily take a picture of them. But I won’t.
And I thought I was the only one gritting my teeth through those programs once my kids were done. Thanks Mary, you’ve made me feel much better about myself 🙂
Mary! You sound like me. Trying to control my writing. I just love to sit and type and my blog reflects that. I was recently coached to keep it shorter–but hey–I have things to say! I learned with my last book to keep the word counts down. The publishers really cautioned me on the new one, “A Sturdy Fence,” and I diligently kept to a certain count. I once heard that Charles Dickens was paid by the word and that accounts somewhat for his style. I always loved his writing! Wow, what a luxury to have someone pay you for your words, word by word! Like a dream come true!
Ha! I see you’ve been educated in the ways of the Christmas Program 🙂 It actually does get better as your kids get older. Then, you look at all the little ones up there and remember when yours were small and feel all wistful and that helps.
My camera doesn’t do well in those situations either. I never have good Christmas play pictures!