Really all they had to tell me to convince me to sign us up for our church's Live Nativity again was that Wes could be an angel and that I could make him wear wings!
They wanted him to be Jesus again, but when we did a trial and tried to get him to sit still for fifteen minutes, and were very VERY unsuccessful, we decided a less central role would be better. He did well, too. He laughed through the whole first show because the donkey kept braying and banging its chest against the fence. I kind of wanted to laugh too. The second show, he wanted to get down and play so I fed him bits of sugar cookie to keep him quiet.
Charlie was a shepherd again. And he escaped Ryan's grasp again and wandered over to the livestock again. Until I broke character and grabbed him.
Both were excited about the cookies.
Very authentic fleece jacket to keep shepherds warm on those cold Bethlehem nights.
I hate this freaking halo, but cannot take it off because my hands are full of cookies, nom nom nom.
Ryan is a very good sport. He rarely gets asked about these sorts of things and usually finds out he's doing them with like twelve hours of notice. Come on! It was totally written on the calendar (that I keep in my purse and the other one inside my brain). And then he gets tasked with taking the little shepherd to the potty and figuring out how that is supposed to work. And there's the little matter of HAVING TO DRESS LIKE A SHEPHERD.
Charlie wants to be an angel next year so he can have wings and "fly upside down." I am just hoping he will be old enough to not think we are at a petting zoo.