The Watson family was a tiny bit over-scheduled this evening. Sabrina and I got back from violin lessons with exactly one hour before we had to head to the high school. This would have been adequate, except that I had a large pot of soup to make for the fundraiser dinner. Somehow I was able to get the creamy vegetable soup prepared, poured in a crockpot, cameras and children gathered, and everyone out the door on time.
The fundraiser dinner was worth the $20.00 it cost to feed our whole family. I usually like to try someone else's dish at these things, so as to get a taste of other's cooking. I made a mistake this night, and went for the cheesy potato without looking under the lid first. It was most certainly made from a box, the processed flavors abounding...should've gone for my own soup. We only got to chat with Grandma and Grandpa for a minute or two before leaving the dinner prematurely to get Spencer to his choir concert. He was still stewing over the massive choir shirt I had purchased for him. Apparently I was not thinking when I ordered him a child's large. He assured us that we didn't need to attend, but we assured him that his talents are just as important as his sister's.
Mor Mor and Grandpa were waiting for us at the elementary school. Spencer did an awesome job! Although he insisted that we couldn't hear him. This was a program of Christmas songs that I had never heard before, and I was impressed that this group of kids had learned the words to so many new songs. I was particularly proud when Spencer got up and rocked the xylophone.
The choir concert ended at the exact time that Jessica's high school orchestra concert was beginning. Now began the mad dash back to the high school. Fortunately, Jessica's group was playing second, and we made it in plenty of time to hear some awesome renditions of Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, and the Coventry Carol. But my favorites had to be the Nutcracker Medley followed by O Come Emanuel, which offered the melody for the cellos. Rightfully so, as that song seems to have been written for the cello.
Everyone's favorite, and thus a tradition for the combined high school and junior high orchestra, is Christmas Eve/Sarajevo. Basically Carol of the Bells Transiberian style. Jessica loathes this song for the exhausting bowings throughout the piece. But I have to side with her peers. It was one of my favorites. I was happy to catch Mrs. Smith ending the piece with conductor gusto.
After a group shot for the yearbook, we took Jessica's cello so that she could go to Pace's with her friends. The rest of us decided to grab a treat at Kneaders, which apparently no longer offers half price treats after 8:00. Jonah wanted ice cream, and so the sulking session ensued and lasted pretty much all night. I bought him a delicious chocolate chunk cookie which he vehemently refused to eat. I snuck it in his lunch the next day, and yes, when he was all by himself, in a crowded lunch room, with a hungry belly, he could not resist its chocolatey goodness. I also brought home a chocolate dome "for Jessica". But when I saw her massive shake from Pace's sitting in the freezer the next day, I decided to indulge in that little piece of decadence myself. All right, I probably would have eaten it anyway, but this way I felt a little less guilty.
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