I've never been caroling, have you?
Noah's school set up a caroling night for one of their "family nights" at school. The boys and I went and stood with some friends so when they broke us into smaller groups we'd be with them. Our group got the first side street next to the school so it wasn't a long walk and boy it looked like no one was home on the whole street. I asked one of the teachers if they had set houses that we were going to. Nope! Just see who would answer the door to a mob in the street!
There were kids who would run up to the door and if someone answered we would sing them two songs, wish them a Merry Christmas. Then kids would run off to ring the doorbell at the next house. My Noah was dying to be one of those kids ringing doorbells. He made it on the last house, which looked dark to me, but they came to the door and we sang. Noah was quite pleased. I was just glad he had a good time.
I imagine we looked a little bit like this:
After caroling we went back to the school for sitting on Santa's lap, a Christmas craft, and a cookie with scalding hot chocolate. It was a very fun night. By the end of the night I even managed to find the mitten and glove that I dropped as I was getting them out of my purse for Simon and Jesse when we got there. Kind people picked them up and put them in the lost and found, and we were able to get them. Yay for that! I hate losing gloves!
We all enjoyed it, and I think the neighborhood did too! Now the boys and I are wondering who else we can go caroling to? We'd need Tim with us though, we need a deeper voice in the mix than what the boys and I can offer.
Have I mentioned lately that I love the ages of my boys? And the fun we are having? Partly why my blogging has been sparse, there's just so much we are doing, learning, and experiencing. So glad I get to be their mother and share in forming who they become. Love those little men!