There is much to do. Wrapping. Cleaning. Wrapping and cleaning. This year should be fun with both boys. But the wrapping and cleaning ... and cooking.
Tomorrow is Jack's Christmas play at school ... one perk of sending him to private school ... we can celebrate the biggies. (Of course they don't celebrate Halloween but I guess you can't have them all.)
He is the angel. I asked him how this came about and he got really excited. He set up the story like he had completed an incredible tryout.
"Welllllll,'' he practically whispered. "My teacher asked me ... Jackson, which part would you like to play ... and I said ... "The angel." And she said .... OK ... Grab the costume over there. And that was it."
Fairly anti-climatic.
So I asked him why he picked the angel.
And he said: "Because he was the one who told Mary and Joseph not to be afraid. And he helped the kings find the Baby Jesus."
Good reason.
On Saturday we went to see Santa. Jack was not excited about it. He didn't want to have to discuss his bad behavior at bedtime. After some talk he finally decided he would go ahead. After all he told me he was getting "better" at bedtime. We told Jack he had to narrow his list to three things because Santa was very busy.
His list?
- Kung Fu Panda
- Mario Kart on Wii
- A Joseph
I was confused. I had to ask.
"Jack, what's a Joseph?" (Mostly because I was panicked about it. How could I not know about something like this?!)
"You know Mamaaaa! A Joseph. He was married to Mary and took care of Jesus. He was Jesus' daddy but not really his daddy. He helped God take care of him."
"Righttt! A Joseph. Why Joseph?"
"Why not?" Jack asked. "I like him."
Brennan:
He continues to be a pot stirrer. (Not sure that is grammatically correct!) He likes to pick and tease and then run away laughing. And if you don't see him -- or he doesn't think you saw him -- he will continue his "badness" until you acknowledge it. I often feel bad for Jack. He knows he can't do much when his baby pulls his hair or pounds him.
Lately, when he isn't dragging his blanket around, it's small footballs he holds like a baby... growling "hut, hut" around the house hoping his Daddy will tackle him.
