One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Move over Miley.
Usually I'm ranting about Rakes and Trot's latest antics or giving my completely uniformed opinion on the Red Sox which results in most cases with me being 100% completely wrong. My daughter Ciera gets kept out of most discussions, mainly because she's the only normal one of us in the bunch.
Frequently however there are occasions where she makes me very proud to be her father, and last night at our church the kids put on their Christmas program. Ciera had a prominent role in a play that somehow tied in a spelling bee, my nephew Jarod doing his best Erkel impression, and the birth of Jesus with several songs put in for good measure.
I'm not really sure how it all tied in, seeing that there was no child care provided, Rakes was alternating between sitting beside me and laying under the pew and Ang was wrestling with Trot one row behind us. The highlight of the night from the audience was when Trot broke free and got down front, only to turn back a few seconds later with Angie right behind him as he sprinted for the rear of the church. As he passed me, he grinned from ear to ear and in a voice loud enough to raise the dead declared "Me donna do PEE now, Dad!"
Thankfully I lost the "utterly mortified" gene a LONG time ago.
Ciera is 10 going on 30, growing up entirely too fast, and last night was her very last Christmas play as a child. Next year she moves on to middle school, where I've got a whole new series of worries to deal with.
I'm not gonna think about that tonight, though.
I'm just going to remember that Angel I watched last night.