Blake and Drew "sang" at our church on Sunday for Christmas to the great amusement of the rest of the parishioners. One woman told me she "was laughing so hard she was crying." Another told me "Blake is the one she watches now."
So what's so funny about "Away in the Manger" and "Go Tell It on the Mountain?" Blake sang as loud as he could which wasn't so bad (I could live with that). He wasn't shouting just singing louder than the rest. I was even amused by it slightly. Between the first and second song, Drew decided to move to the front near his brother. He was off to side relatively behaving himself before this. About midway through "Go Tell it on the Mountain," the "spirit" (or perhaps it was the sugary Happy Birthday Jesus cake before church) moved Drew to start dancing wildly. Blake proceeded to do the same.
They might be embarassing us now, but just wait until they're teenagers. Then it's our turn to repay the favors. Maybe when Blake gets his first girlfriend, I can pull out the tape of this "performance!"
Blake did redeem himself later during the children's sermon. They were talking about Advent Calendars. The one the lady who was conducting the sermon had was a stable scene, and the last piece you put on was the Baby Jesus. Blake told her we put Santa Claus at the top on Christmas Eve. (Scott and I hang our heads). Later in the sermon, she asked what Christmas was really all about. Blake raises his hand and she calls on him. (Me silently in my head: Please don't say Playstation 2; getting presents; or Santa coming!) Blake's answer: Giving thanks for Jesus. (Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!) See were not such bad parents :)
