My husband rocks. He's an all-star. Not only did he set up the tree, he oversaw the decorating of three willing sets of hands.
Micah took one lick of his candy cane and decided it was "too hot" and didn't want it anymore. In a flash, Annalyse grabbed it and sucked away for the entire 15-minute ride. She loved it and went ballistic when I tried to take it away. I didn't mind her sucking the candy, but I thought the needle-sharp point she was making on the end could be a problem.
The rain stopped during our carriage ride to see the lights so the rest of the evening was enjoyable to walk around and see the live nativity. The boys wondered why the camels weren't eating or drinking. "They are just sitting there looking like they are bored or something," said Grady Lee.
The boys sat quietly and listened to a dear lady read the Christmas story, but turned to look at me with terrified looks when she closed the book and asked everyone to join her in singing "Away in a Manager." We tried to quickly scuffle out without disrupting too much.
In keeping with our tradition, we stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a treat on the way home. The boys felt especially cool because they paid for their own donuts using some quarters they had earned from chores at Grandma's house the week before.
Grady Lee had his donut gone in three bites with not a crumb to spare. Micah had his donut, well, seemingly everywhere but in his mouth. Sprinkles on his shirt. Chocolate on his face. Crumbs on his lap. He may be almost four, but the child still needs a bib!
For the record, these projects using lots and lots and lots of glue are still sitting in my garage drying and hardening. I'm sure they'll be cute when they dry, at least the picture I saw in a magazine sure looked cute. But for now, I've got colored glue concoctions sitting on top of my deep freezer and two boys that poke and prod them every few hours to "see if they're hard yet."