Today was the Christmas Concert at Preschool. Both children performed wonderfully. Mason stayed on stage the entire performance, we expected him to run to mom at some point during the three song set (Christmas Birthday, Deep and Wide, and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star). He was a trooper. Had a little issue of lifting up his shirt and showing his belly to the world, but one cannot expect a nearly three year old to keep his shirt down that long. I’ve heard stories of me picking my butt when I was a ring bearer in my aunt’s wedding, Mason is allowed to lift his shirt up and show the world his belly button.
Violet was the picture of beauty. Occasionally waving to her loving fans and smiling that big smile. She didn’t sing much, she didn’t have to. If a verse amused her, she would sing it, otherwise she stood there, dazzling the crowd with her smile. The “Fours” (as Violet now is) sang us a trio of standards: Feliz Cumpleanos, Jesus (learned in Spanish class), Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer, and Baby Jesus is Born. In the last song she got to shake a shaker, I was only mildly disappointed there was no cowbell.