We've been celebrating Christmas all month and our activities are far from over. Last weekend, we went up to Heber to attend the baptism of our nephew, Quentin. It was a neat experience and the first baptism Jonah has been able to watch and be old enough to remember and talk about. We talked about baptism with him before we went and made sure he knew it was a special occasion. For the remainder of that day, Jonah kept asking if he could be baptized like Quentin. I believe his exact words were, "Can I be bathtized in blue?" or "I can be bathtized when I'm eight, Mommy. I'm two, Mommy." We have since been hearing several variations of these.
On the same day, we ventured to Midway to see the Creche and gingerbread house exhibits. It was bitter cold but we enjoyed and felt the Christmas Spirit. At the Creche exhibit, there were Nativity scenes from all over the world. People sang Christmas music and the kids dressed up in their own Nativity scene. I believe we had more angels than anything else. Sophie was a sheep and made games of taking off her sheep hat while the pictures were being taken. Jonah was a little angel.
A beautiful gingerbread house, decorated both inside and out.
The cousins in the Nativity. Don't worry, Baby Jesus is a doll.
Jonah loves the piano. He loves all musical instruments, for that matter. He asked me a few weeks ago, "Can I play the violin? No, I want to play the blue guitar. No, I can play the big cello." Jonah loves to sit at the piano while Grandpa Bush pounds out his repertoire of oldies such as "Love Potion #9", Jonah's favorite.
