Monday, December 24, 2012

'twas the night before Christmas


Getting all three to sit, smile, and look at the camera simultaneously requires technology beyond my skill level.  Enjoy the reality of it all.

The bigs were in the Christmas eve nativity re-enactment.  Obviously Katie was an angel and Jorge was a shepherd.  August was the lesser known part of "toddler streaking about and insisting on being allowed to walk everywhere."  The big kids did a great job and were thrilled to be part of the cast.  

(Mommy-bragging time.)  Katie has been in choir since early fall and just shines.  She's always been fairly shy of performing--even talking--in front of others until this year.  She loved singing with the group in vacation bible school, so this fall--after a little coaxing and reminding her that she loves to sing and that she wouldn't have to do anymore than sing in the group unless she wanted to do more--she joined.  After a few weeks she was the loudest, proudest singer in the group.  Other parents, strangers, the priest and deacons all commented on what a strong confident (and decent!) singer she was.  Tonight Katie May stood in front of a church full of people--at least 300 people--and sang her heart out into a microphone all by herself.  She sang all the versus of a responsorial type song and led the choir in the refrains as well as just singing a song.  Rob and I were blown away.

Unfortunately we'd had no idea she would be solo-ing like that and didn't bring either of our phones or anything else to record.  We just enjoyed the moment.  Fancy that.


And then we came home and had a Skype chat with Jorge's foster family.  Jorge and I had spent part of the afternoon making Guatemalan Tamales and we all sat down to a traditional Guatemalan post-Christmas-Eve-mass feast.  We didn't stay up for traditional midnight fireworks--mostly because there aren't any but also because everyone is exhauuuusted.  Three sleepy babes are tucked into beds and visions of pillows are in parent's heads.  The stockings are all hung by the chimney with care (and the cookies are eaten and the presents are stashed) and so Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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