On Wednesday, we had the opportunity to attend Madeline's two year old Christmas program at her school. Yes, we took our four day old infant out into the cold, but we wouldn't miss it for the world. Okay, first and foremost, how Ms. Lisa and Ms. Kellie teach two year olds all day, everyday is beyond me, but I guess people used to say that to me when I taught fifth graders all day, everyday. Secondly, the show was A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E!!!!
The kids were all decked out in their cutest clothes and marched in ringing the bells. Madeline was enamoured by all the people. She's totally sizing up the audience instead of doing a lot of the songs and dances. However, we were proud of her for standing up in front of the audience and remaining on the "stage" for the entire show.
The prayer was super cute, and Madeline took it oh-so-seriously.
More songs and movements
Storytime with one of the pastors at the church. Madeline was completely and 100% sucked into the story of Baby Jesus and his birth.
She started to get into the songs toward the end of the program.
This is funny --- notice Madeline standing all by herself still on "stage". Before the teacher gave a little talk at the end of the program, all the kids in the class went off to be with their parents automatically. No one actually said, "You can go find your parents now." All of the kids just ran off to be with Moms and Dads. So what does our little rule follower do? Madeline stood there throughout Ms. Lisa's talk until Ms. Lisa said, "Madeline you can go find your Mommy and Daddy now." That child was not moving until she was told she could go.
Party Time! Snack Time! Again, most kids ran over to the food table and started to help themselves. Not Miss Madeline, she waited for me to let her know it was okay to fix a plate.
The Three AmigasL to R: Charleston, Madeline, & Aubrey
Apparently, Madeline and Charleston are super BFFs because they run to each other EVERY morning, squeal, and hug. Then they immediately go to the dress up clothes, kitchen, and baby dolls. They have established some sort of "you are always this dress up, you play with this doll, the purse is yours, and the cell phone is yours" hierarchy. Oh to be a fly on the wall...
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