Jo, Mo, and our little friends singing for everyone!
My, oh my. What an evening! Earlier this week my hubby and I took our kids and two other neighbor girls to our local library for their Christmas story time in pajamas. Daddy wasn't able to join us last year, so we were super excited that he was coming this time.
Daddy was a big help at craft time!
I was prepared for a jam packed room just like the year before. Nope, not this time. There were only a few others there and plenty of room for us all.
All of our kids sat nicely on the floor and joined in watching a short Donald Duck movie about Christmas. It was funny and my kids were laughing out loud - too cute!
Craft time!
They were handed a cup of coca (only half full, at my request) and two cookies. I knew it was coming and had made them meatballs for dinner, with some cheese and fruit on the side. Even though I thought I fed them well, it didn't sit well in some tummies.
Soon enough, the movie lost my son's attention and he began running in circles around the group of sitting children. I kept telling him to sit and he kept jumping up. Eventually I just grabbed him in a bear hug and sat on the floor with him.... then it happened. He burped, made a funny face and then threw up all of his dinner (and Christmas party snacks) on the floor in front of me. Just like a pro, I put my hand out to help the situation and it was soon overflowing with Jo's gift. Oh. My.
I told all the kids, "Don't look over here. Just scoot away. No honey, look the other way." Knowing the way some kids are, we could have really set off a vomit chain.
Our sweet children's librarian came to the rescue with rags for me to clean up the mess. I wiped off my sons shirt and gave him some water. Did he finally take it easy after that? Not one bit! He ran in circles, laughing all the way.
Sitting still for a bead craft.
To top off the night, all four kids stood on the stage and sang "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer". It was so precious!
Even so, after we finished the crafts and checked out a few books, I was glad to pack everyone up and head home... just in time for bed.
Oh, and my daughter was the only child to spill her entire cup of cocoa on the carpeted floor. Good thing it was only half full to begin with :o)
After I told my mom this story she said, "Oh my goodness! You just never know what's going to happen when you take kids places." That sure is right. Life (and kids) are full of surprises!
I'm blessed to hold my kids, kiss them good night and pray over them. I try to take advantage of their requests to play Candy Land or swing together, knowing that so many moms and dads will not hold there babies on this earth again, after last week's tragedy.
So many sweet faces. They will be greatly missed on this earth.
They are now safe in Jesus' arms.
No matter the surprises kids bring into our lives, good or bad, they are such great blessings!
"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward."
Psalm 127:3
Blessings,
