"Calling All Angels"

Friday was the last day of school until January 10 (have I mentioned how much I LOVE Faith's school calendar? It's going to be tough to only get one week next year!) Anyway, it started off with a presentation of bags that the elementary school had collected and stocked with food and other living necessaties. I think they made over 200 bags! Anyway, Mackenzie represented the 2nd grade (or so I'm told, since Josh and I were just a couple of minutes late to the program!) Thankfully, our trusty school photog caught some pictures of it all for me.


Next was the band, and with it all my memories of 5th grade band. I love hearing them play because 1) the songs are always short and 2) the woodwind squeaks and squawks make me smile.

Then the entire elementary came on stage for "Calling All Angels." Our pastor's son was Gabriel and he was INCREDIBLE! It choked me up a little how sweet his high-pitched little voice was.

Anyway, Kenzie was one of the multitude of heavenly hosts.


I love how much she gets into her choreography!


Bella was in the next row over with her preschool class. She loved watching the program and it made her even more excited to start kindergarten next year!


That night, Mackenzie was invited over to a sleepover. She was having a blast with her friends, but when I heard my phone go off at 6:30am the next morning, I knew what was coming. "Mackenzie woke up with a 103 fever, so I'll bring her home after breakfast." Poor girl, she had to come home instead of going to swim at the Faith pool with her friends. Anyway, she spent the day laying around and feeling yucky.

We had a Christmas party to go to that night, so Tom and Teresa stayed home with her while the rest of us went to the party. The hosts always have presents for the kids to play with during the party, so Bella went right to work with the play make-up that they gave her.


The finished product.


The next day, Josh had an all-day long flag football tournament. Well, it wasn't supposed to be all-day, but that's the way it worked out. Anyway, he took Deacon with him and apparently Deacon LOVED it. He loved the football, the mud, the crowd, everything. I wish I had taken a picture of him when they came home because every last inch of him was caked with mud. Instead, I marched him to the shower and didn't think about a picture until I could see his smooth pink skin again. Bummer. He ran through the house, naked as a jaybird, yelling, "Daddy, I'm clean!"

Today and tomorrow will be spent wrapping presents and grocery shopping for Christmas. We're going away for a few days and will be back on Christmas Eve. Maligayang Pasko!