I use the term miracle very loosely, it was more of a Christmas bribe that had a little baby named Miracle. Last year's Christmas program was a bit of a bust. Patrick did not sing at all (despite his admiration for Pastor Ken and his enthusiasm for Jingle Bells). After the program he admonished us for not being in the Big Church with the rest of the parents. Translation: we were off to the side and didn't stand on our chairs, yelling and screaming his name. Oops.
This year I decided that I wasn't going to brave the fog and extended family traffic jam without a little entertainment courtesy of my son. So I came up with the go-to Mommy bribe: I HEART SUSHI. If Young Patrick participated in the Christmas program, including singing all of the songs, he would be rewarded with dinner at I LOVE SUSHI.
Dinner at I LOVE SUSHI: $50
Red H&M Sweater: $17
Seeing my kid belt out Feliz Navidad and play his pretend guitar: PRICELESS
He is only making this face because the little kid in front of him wasn't supposed to be in front of him. One of the three-year olds decided to climb up on the riser and stand right in front of him. Patrick's reaction was well worth the admission price, I was rolling! He assured us that this boy is his friend, he just didn't get a chance to ask his name. He was too busy singing dontcha know.
Luckily we had good seats. We could see him (until the little kid stood right in front of him) and most importantly he could see us. He was so excited about his performance and of course the sushi (Puff Daddy roll and a Sour Salmon Roll).
Some funny tidbits from the Knick-Knack:
Jesus? as in Jesus Christ?
A few days ago I was asking about the Christmas performance. I wanted to know what songs they were singing. He started naming off secular Christmas songs. We have had a lot of conversations about Christmas really being about Jesus' birth not Rudolph and a too long to remember Christmas list. So in keeping with that theme I told him that I was hoping they would sing some songs about Jesus. To which Patrick responded, "You mean Jesus Christ?" No, Jesus the Elf who works for Santa.
That's what I'm talking about!
Patrick has a slight enthusiasm over the new vehicle. By slight I mean seriously excited, he can't help it he's our son. I picked him up from school the other day and he (uncharacteristically) double-timed it to the parking lot for a chance to ride in the new car. On the way home I pretended to race, this mostly involved me counting down from 5, making engine revving noises and driving 40 mph. He loved it and responded with a shout of: Now that's what I'm talking about!!!!
I'm handling it.
Keith is studying to be an annoying little brother. So far he is in the running for valedictorian. Lucky for Keith, everyone who has experienced the boys together comments on Patrick's patience with Keith. The other day we were having dinner at the kitchen counter (long story, see the story about the "new" light) and Keith snatched Patrick's spoon or fork, I can't remember. I swooped in to take it back as Patrick exclaimed, "I'm handling it! I'm handling it!" You all know you can't stop a disciplining mom in action so I completed my move and took the spoon back. Patrick looked at me and said, "I said that I was handling it." OHHH-K
Patrick Fox
We went to Open House several weeks ago and read his teachers' report detailing his progress. I guess they need to know their first and last name? Patrick flunked. He told his teachers that his name is Patrick Fox. Since then he has learned how to spell Fox (but not Callahan) and has consistently insisted that he is a Fox. Lately his compromise is that Fox is his middle name. So he has more letters and syllables in his full name than anyone else, so what? He could spell Robert and Callahan if he wanted to.... he can spell "positive encouraging K-LOVE". He just wants to take the short-cut. I remember being in first or second grade and deciding that I was going to use my sister's name, I don't know what I was thinking. Mrs. Kirby wasn't amused.
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