We tore Scott away from playing "angry birds" on R's new phone by telling him that we were going to see the stable with the animals and the wise men and the baby Jesus. Excited, he asked, "Are we going to Jesus' house?" Not quite.
His enthusiasm didn't waver throughout the experience, craning his neck to take it all in from his vantage point on grandpa's lap, and peppering us with comments and questions about the proceedings.
Katie, on the other hand, was completely mute, wrapped up in so many layers of snowsuits that her arms were sticking straight out and her eyes were nearly covered. She stared out silently at the lights and sounds, her only sign of life being the steady kicks into her aunt K's back in the row ahead of us. She also made the occasional grunt.
When the pageant ended and we were filing out, Scott scurried forward to get a closer look. He particularly wanted to meet one of the angels. I carried him over to see one, who happened to be R's cousin Shannon. Scott smiled at her shyly. As we left he said to me,
"I liked to see the angels. We don't see angels very much." It's very true.
OUR SESAME SEED
In week 5 your baby is about the size of a sesame seed
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