After yesterday I will admit to a bit of a case of nerves when I attended my youngest son’s nativity play at Girvan Nursery (which is attached to the primary school) but I am happy to say that there was no drama off stage at all. The Warrior, above in all his finery, played a Shepard. He is not the actor that my middle son appears to be and much prefers his toy soldiers (not white metal, just a one pound bag of green and grey plastic ones!) and and pop guns but he put on a grand show. Singing, clapping, miming the actions. He is smart as a button which was plain to see as he reacted quickly to instruction and made no errors during the performance. I enjoyed the show…it always reminds me of a horde of little goblins arms and legs flailing madly as they tumble around in a cloud of dust. Pure madness in the best possible way.
It was a little sad for me though as that was my last nursery grade nativity play . The Warrior begins school next summer and he is my youngest so that is that for the nursery with all three of them passing through its excellent caring hands.
On a separate note the image below makes me smile. This is the Warrior in his day to day mode as it were. Just as popular as his brothers. He handed out his birthday party invites for January today (before school breaks up)…I had to get thirty made to meet the list of those who want to come!