Happy Sunday!
Today has been such a peaceful day. Ah.
We got to church on time, WOW!
Today, Christian just happens to be one day less than 18 months,
exactly.
Do you know what happens when babies turn 18 months old??
It's amazing...
NURSERY TIME!
I have been counting down the weeks.
Not because I don't absolutely adore my sweetheart, and
LOVE hanging out with him.
But, because he is a little blonde, curly tornado at church.
I mean it, seriously.
I come armed with at least ten or twenty
"diversions"
to keep him excited about quietness.
Well, that ship has sailed and he is just DONE being diverted.
SO, this morning, while curling my hair, I LITERALLY got the butterflies
just thinking of sitting in church with my journal and scriptures out,
writing notes, feeling the spirit, being recharged,
all without the spunk of my sweet angel's cuteness in high gear and max volume,
on my lap, and out the door, and down the hall.
BUTTERFLIES, literally.
So, he went to "cwass" without a look back.
Awesome, happy day.
Then, James picked him up from cwass, and asked how he did.
His darling nursery leader's words were,
"He's a hitter!"
Seriously, I cannot help but just laugh.
Before I explain, just know that this is coming from his Mommy, but pretty sure it's not biased
information.
This little boy is an angel! He is the most loving, friendly, steal-your-heart-and-run-away-with-it kind of kid I have ever known.
Really!
So, the thought of him hitting?!? It's kind of funny.
I picture him facing this new situation for the first time, and adjusting where necessary...
All these kids, wanting the same toys, fending for themselves, and there's our little Cbear,
just hitting to get by :)
Don't get me wrong, I am definitely not going to neglect the teaching that obviously gets to take place, but, in the meantime, I just smile thinking of it. Heehee...
So, as Gramma Cookie would say,
Christian just wubs it cwass!!!
