Every year, the Catholic preschool hosts a really adorable Christmas program. I know, all preschool programs are high on the cute factor. You’ve got Joseph tripping over the manger, nearly knocking down the scenery, the two-year-olds crying their heads off, another one picking his nose and the papparazzi of parents documenting it all on film.
I love being a mom to little people. On this day 🙂
We dropped Clare off at her classroom and then Luke and I scouted the church for prime picture-taking seats. Let me just say this. When picture taking of your small children is involved, you see a different side of people. Fortunately, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve done ten preschool Christmas plays and I’ve learned a tip ‘er two. We scored some pretty good seats, minus the fact that I forgot to factor in I was supposed to film, shoot pictures, entertain a baby and watch the play – all with two hands. I was flying solo this morning. Minor miscalculation.
The video is mostly steady, the photos mostly in focus, the baby escaped with no permanent bruises and I saw just about every second. As much fun as Clare was having, I was loving every moment. I finally – after four tries – have a kid that actually sings, does the motions and loves being the star of the show. She was so stinkin’ cute, it hurt. I had a few moms ask me afterward if I had her enrolled in dance as much as she was moving. HA! I think I smiled all morning.
Clare has been practicing her songs – alot. In Mass, walking the aisles at the grocery story, while getting dressed in the morning, on the potty. Pretty much everywhere we’ve heard, “Mary and Joseph went to Bethlehem x3…riding on a donkey.” Be sure to tune in tomorrow for some pretty outstanding QOTW!
The big kids have their play next Friday. I’ve got two angels – a speaker and a non-speaker, along with an Isaiah. The pictures may be just as blurry, but the memories will be just as sweet.