We Are Baaaaack.

Just returned from our church's production of the Backwards Christmas Story. Tyler was a sheep. My first most embarrassing part of the night was the director thanking several people for helping out and publicly thanking me for making the sheep costumes. Then the play actually started and the sheep (all wild 4 year olds) came out onto the stage jumping around and before my very eyes clumps of the cotton started to drop off around them. The audience laughed as one little sheep sat picking up the pieces of her costume. I could lived with not having my name attached to those pieces of sheep.

Tyler was...well Tyler. He came out waving and smiling. Danced a little (when there was no dancing ), sang a bit (when no one else was singing), climbed around the stage like a monkey and burped. Yes, you read correctly- he accidentally burped. It was the tiniest sound,but it was heard and I felt sweat pouring down my scalp and I buried my head in Tommy's shoulder. Half way through he took off his ears and he did only try to hold "Baby Jesus" one time (again, not in the script for the sheep to hold our Lord Savior). All in all it could have been worse.

Tyler hamming it up as the Shepard was trying to talk to the angels.

Above is the entire cast singing- no, Tyler did not know any of the words but he did manage to still move his lips.

And this was actually Tyler's entrance into the play- a little blurry and out of order on this post, but since it is the backwards Christmas play I figured it would be okay.