My 11 year-old son, Thomas, was born ready. He has never really cared much for all this kid stuff. He has ideas, and he wants to see them through. So, last week, when he said we should go to the Gingerbread Village because someone had given him a postcard about it, I slumped inside, thinking one more Christmas activity was not what we needed. But, he kindly persisted. And planned. And reminded. And so we went.
|Such a happy group at the Nativity. And isn't Eliana just the cutest little donkey?|
And such a serious one at that.
|My red-eyed Sarah Elizabeth...She had this lady paint |
a pretty red ornament on her cheek. Afterward, Natty not-so-quietly
wondered 'What in world did she get a BOMB painted on her face for?!'
You know, boys just aren't...girls.
|Emma and Ellie listened on and waited for their candy canes!|
|This darling girl held on to every word.|
We ended up spending about two hours there.
Everyone finished their stickers and got their prizes.
And I thoroughly enjoyed my children.
I was glad my son planned such a good thing for us.
|And in the words of my mother-in-law's great aunt Ethel, 'A good time was had by all!'|
But please don't look at Emma's socks...Christmas cheer is I guess what she was thinking...