Jonathan's Holiday Program

The best 6th grade cousin around, Justine, came to JonJon's Holiday program. He was so proud that she got to see his school, his classroom, and his teacher. He thinks that she is the most awesome person ever (and I agree!).

I look like I am trying to choke him or something! Is it just me or do my hands look ginormous?

These two Dooley boys are very similiar.

I had high shoes on. Jonathan is actually an inch taller than me. No, I am kidding, of course! But it won't be long.

Anna, Dave, Justine, Jonathan, Uncle Cory, Me (Mama) after the big show.

Jonathan was very upset on the way there. He said, Oh, this is going to be the worst thing ever! I said, Oh, are you worried about being up on that big stage? Well, I should have known that my Jon would be focused on something far more practical than this. He told us, No, I have to wear this reindeer hat, and it is made of rubber, and it makes me so hot! I will just get so sweaty.

I told him that I was so proud of him later! And he said, Why? I didn't even sing! And I told him it didn't matter, I was so proud of him. And I was! I was just so focused on him, I barely noticed any of the other kids! I know all the mommies there probably felt just like me, confident that their own child was the cutest and brightest one there. I think he is the best! That is part of my job description as his mama. To be proud of him and think he is just the best! No matter what he does or doesn't do. I was proud of him for just getting up there and wearing the hat he didn't want to wear. And it was so cute, he kept looking all around for us the whole time. He never found us. I kept waving frantically at him from the audience, and Anna kept grabbing my hand and pulling it down, and saying, Stop it, Mama! I just couldn't help myself! I wanted to wave. He never smiled or sang, and he had this look on his face, like I can't believe the things I have to do...He also kept yawning, over and over again, and he also took some time to just stare up at all the lighting over the stage. That's my boy!