Five Favorite Decemberings - Part 2 - The Crush

Yooooo-hoo...look who's here again. I'm even surprising myself. Here we are, Part 2 of my Five Favorite "Decemberings". By the way, has anyone noticed that this is my first blog "series"? I don't really like making those kind of promises, considering my slack posting record this year. A five-part promise ain't no laughing thing. I suggest we all be extra quiet so as not to wake the slacker blogger who lives here. Also, don't point or move too fast either--you might scare away the writing blogger who's visiting. :)


 Here's Part 1 in case you missed it.

Top Five - Part 2 - The Crush

Four nights ago, the girls' school had their christmas program. This is a little something where each class gets up on stage and sings a little song or two. The older kids are the only ones who actually move their mouths, though. The rest of them just stand staring at the room full of expectant parental faces. They're stage-bit.

It looks sort of like this:

See that baby face on the right, she plays an attention-loving, social butterfly in real life.

As I said, the show was Thursday night, and I think the teachers were drilling that into the children's head. For a whole week, Peyton told us that her school Christmas program was Thursday night, it's Thursday night Mom, and I'm gonna sing for you Thursday night. In fact, on the way to the program, Blake asked her what her class was going to sing, and she said, "'Frosty the Snowman' and Thursday Night - I mean 'Silent Night'."

 And boy did she impress me, because she just smiled away and sung most of the words. Maybe this is what it looks like when someone comes out of their shell, oh and can also sing every verse of 'Frosty the Snowman'. If I ever learn all the verses to that song, I too will smile like that.

But back at the cottage and before the show, I was getting Harper dressed and something else happened. We didn't have brown, the assigned color for her class, so I chose an ivory sweater dress that has silvery glitter in the material. Despite my personal dislike of the dress, both girls have loved it, or the silvery stuff in it anyway. They just love it. Glitter is so important to girls, isn't it?

I slid the dress down over her head, and she smoothed it out with her hands, looking it over approvingly, and said this little ol' thing...

"Ben likes this dress."

If she would have been facing me, she would have seen my eye balls
bulge. Ben likes this dress? 

Ben is a boy in her class. I know him. We know his mom and dad. He's a cute little rascal with an everlasting bed head and an adorable raspy voice, and up until this point I thought he was harmless. He's usually the first kid to see me coming down the hall and almost always acts as the class announcer, saying flatly, "Harper, you're mom's here."

And even though I already knew who he was, Harper once introduced me to him, saying, "There's Ben. He's my friend." Now, I'm questioning the word "friend," right? haha!

Harper arrived at class before Ben Thursday night, but I found out from his mother afterward that when Ben walked in, Harper did indeed say, "Hey Ben, do you like my dress?" I think he just shrugged and mumbled something. Typical. Glitter just doesn't have the same effect on males.

Well I've heard that things start earlier with girls these days, but I thought we had a few years. Now my eyes are peeled and my ears perked. Mama Bear's on her hind haunches. Kindergarten is coming up next year for one of my beauties, after all. Two to six year old males: Beware.

Later we were telling the story to a friend who knows Ben's family as well. He texted Ben's dad saying he heard Harper might have a little crush on the lady's man of the Older Twos class. Ben's dad writes back, "Well, you have to train them up in the way they should go." Heh.

My. Oh. My. Maybe I should have said, Dads of two to six year old males: Beware.

My dear little Harper, if you ever read this as a teenager, just be assured that you will understand our amusement when you have a two-year-old of your own. So don't judge.

Friends and family, now you know why that little "glitterful" episode on Thursday night will go down as one of my top five favorite Decemberings.

Love to you,
Rebecca