Christmas Ham

Last week we went to Wilson's first school Christmas pageant (no "Happy Holidays" at Fairview Christian School, thank you very much; in fact, the program was called "Jesus Loves You Snow Much" for reasons that were unclear from the event's content).

You're probably wondering how a Baby Man who barely knows eight words--and three at any one time--was able to participate in a Christmas pageant; we were too. In fact, I suspect that curiosity was one of the main reasons for our attendance. But we dutifully dressed him up in a wintery sweater and took him over at 7PM.

As it turned out, they didn't really expect the one year olds to do much singing. They did herd (and I do mean herd) them all out to the stage and sat them on bleachers and sang a cute song to them. Some of the kids were crying and some were squirming, but Wilson sat still in his spot and smiled and clapped and waved at the people in the front row. What a ham!