My Little Angel
Today marked Dahlia's "stage" debut. I must admit, I took a photo of her name in the program. The first of many I'm sure (I hope?). She was an Angel in the Christmas program at our church. And oh - my - goodness, she was edible she was so cute & sweet - if I do say so myself.
She has been really good at the music for weeks now. We have a CD of the songs & I'm about ready to bash my head in from listening to the simplistic, repetitive tunes & lyrics, but she eats it up. She walks around the house talking about laying the baby in the manager & the stars sparkling & shining.
Yesterday she had rehearsal & although she was bored to tears (well, bored enough to lean, sit, yawn, play with her tongue, etc) she did great.
This morning, however, I was worried. She threw a MAJOR fit before going out the door about being "scared" and not wanting to sing, not liking to sing (yeah, right) and she didn't want to go. I suspect it was more a case of "I still want to play with some new toys I got for my birthday yesterday" than anything else. Eventually we got in the car & made it.
Oh my sweet petite angel. Just like a little doll (side note: do NOT refer to her as "little angel" because CLEARLY she is BIG. Much BIGGER than her brother & she takes great offense to being called little...funny, I seem to remember having the EXACT same attitude!). While they were warming up in costume this morning, my heart nearly exploded from the cuteness factor.
My sister-&-brother-in-law & nephew Allison, Josh & Anders; Carolyn & Roger, Grandma Trudy & Auntie Joan were all in attendance this morning to cheer her on. She gave us slight glances & waves; she sang EVERY single word & did about 65% of the motions. She was simply divine (if I do say so myself). It was amazing to watch her up there. Something that at some point every parent likely feels.
She did great & I am so proud of my little Angel. We celebrated afterward with cookies & punch & lots of running around in the church. I'm sure I will enjoy the video for years to come.
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| The Littlest Angel |
She has been really good at the music for weeks now. We have a CD of the songs & I'm about ready to bash my head in from listening to the simplistic, repetitive tunes & lyrics, but she eats it up. She walks around the house talking about laying the baby in the manager & the stars sparkling & shining.
Yesterday she had rehearsal & although she was bored to tears (well, bored enough to lean, sit, yawn, play with her tongue, etc) she did great.
This morning, however, I was worried. She threw a MAJOR fit before going out the door about being "scared" and not wanting to sing, not liking to sing (yeah, right) and she didn't want to go. I suspect it was more a case of "I still want to play with some new toys I got for my birthday yesterday" than anything else. Eventually we got in the car & made it.
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| I could seriously eat her alive. |
Oh my sweet petite angel. Just like a little doll (side note: do NOT refer to her as "little angel" because CLEARLY she is BIG. Much BIGGER than her brother & she takes great offense to being called little...funny, I seem to remember having the EXACT same attitude!). While they were warming up in costume this morning, my heart nearly exploded from the cuteness factor.
My sister-&-brother-in-law & nephew Allison, Josh & Anders; Carolyn & Roger, Grandma Trudy & Auntie Joan were all in attendance this morning to cheer her on. She gave us slight glances & waves; she sang EVERY single word & did about 65% of the motions. She was simply divine (if I do say so myself). It was amazing to watch her up there. Something that at some point every parent likely feels.
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| With cousin Anders. |
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