Family
It was a busy weekend. Due to strong winds and other factors, we only got home from our arctic journey at 10:30 Friday night.
I was at church by 9:00 on Saturday morning, preparing to meet the happy cheerful masses of children and hoping to assist in doing some semblance of a "rehearsal" for Sunday's pageant. It was typically chaotic, but the pizza arrived on time, there were moments of peace, and we ensured that the 4-year-old dressed as a chicken would be sitting far away from his brother who liked to provoke him by poking him in the ribs and clucking.
The giant styrofoam fish were confiscated after bits of their mouths broke off. Seems the fish were trying to eat each other while waiting for their minute in the spotlight.
One of the phone messages waiting for me Friday night was from a 15-year-old niece. Could she come on Saturday for a sleepover?
Do fish swim in the ocean?
I love being an auntie. I love being part of the fabric of a child's life. I am honored to be a friend.
She joined me at church Sunday morning and watched as I and the other adults tried to keep the fish from destroying each other, the chicken from reacting too loudly to his brother, the right groups of kids ready to take their places. It all went swimmingly.
Sunday afternoon we were joined by two younger nieces and the house rapidly turned into something resembling a national disaster site. At the end, there were 12 star-shaped chocolate cakes with enough icing and sprinkles to adorn each of us from head to toe, thousands of tiny angelfish and castle punch-outs, crafts, booklets, spilled milk, and toys everywhere.
There were also 3 neices and one auntie with more memories of life as family.
Family. It's a good thing.
I was at church by 9:00 on Saturday morning, preparing to meet the happy cheerful masses of children and hoping to assist in doing some semblance of a "rehearsal" for Sunday's pageant. It was typically chaotic, but the pizza arrived on time, there were moments of peace, and we ensured that the 4-year-old dressed as a chicken would be sitting far away from his brother who liked to provoke him by poking him in the ribs and clucking.
The giant styrofoam fish were confiscated after bits of their mouths broke off. Seems the fish were trying to eat each other while waiting for their minute in the spotlight.
One of the phone messages waiting for me Friday night was from a 15-year-old niece. Could she come on Saturday for a sleepover?
Do fish swim in the ocean?
I love being an auntie. I love being part of the fabric of a child's life. I am honored to be a friend.
She joined me at church Sunday morning and watched as I and the other adults tried to keep the fish from destroying each other, the chicken from reacting too loudly to his brother, the right groups of kids ready to take their places. It all went swimmingly.
Sunday afternoon we were joined by two younger nieces and the house rapidly turned into something resembling a national disaster site. At the end, there were 12 star-shaped chocolate cakes with enough icing and sprinkles to adorn each of us from head to toe, thousands of tiny angelfish and castle punch-outs, crafts, booklets, spilled milk, and toys everywhere.
There were also 3 neices and one auntie with more memories of life as family.
Family. It's a good thing.
posted by Carlotti at 7:05 AM
1 Comments:
Oh, this all sounds so FUN to me!
Although, I'm befuddled as to just where the fish and chicken come into the Christmas pageant.
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