Happy Birthday Jesus, Delmos and Joe

Patrick's first "real school" Christmas program was this week, and boy was it just darling. I was a very proud momma because he did so well and was sooooo handsome while he did his thang. The Pre-k and kindergarten classes did the "pre-show" (because they are just not cooperative enough to actually be in the program) but it was cool, since theirs was the best part anyway. They sang Rudolph and then a sweet song called Happy Birthday Jesus. It was actually a completely cheesy song, but when sung by 4-year-olds it was transformed into a tearjerker-and-a-half. It went something like this:

Happy Birthday Jesus
I'm so glad it's Christmas
All the twinkling lights
And the presents are nice
But the real gift is yoooooouuuuuuuuu....

And Patrick sang his little heart out.

After that the program took a turn for the worse, especially when Joseph appeared on the scene sporting a beard so heinous that I was sure they'd stolen it off a Hasidic SNL skit. I swear I expected him to bust out in a Yiddish tap number at any point. Unfortunately, I did not get a picture, so you'll have to use your imagination. Joseph--who was lucky enough to be Brennan, my boss son--later told us that the loud whoops and guffaws coming from our row were just the icing on the cake for him. Whatever. We had a great time.

So tonight Delmos came over to play X-box with Luke, but he always eats dinner with us too. And polite Southern boy that he is, he always offers to bring something. Tonight I told him to bring dessert and make it chocolate, so he showed up with a German chocolate cake--yum! Then we found out that tomorrow is his birthday, so it turned into a birthday cake, and of course Patrick was more than happy to help with the candles and such.

And tomorrow is also another little guy's birthday...sweet little Joe, who I think is the cutest thing ever, is turning the big FOUR tomorrow! And this is huge, as any of you who have survived a three-year-old will know. And if you haven't yet experienced the age of three...consider yourself warned. Two is just a warm-up, okay? So Katie, I raise my glass of skim milk to you--you have made it girl, and it's all uphill from here! Happy birthdays to D-to-the-elmos and the one and only Joe!