Today was a good day.
It was Fast Sunday, and normally I'm not particularly excited about fast Sundays because it means I can't eat all day long.
Okay, haha, that sounded bad. All you need to understand is I get kind of grouchy whenI don't eat. It has nothing to do with not agreeing with the whole reasoning behind fasting, etc.
Today though, I did have an intent purpose on my mind to fast for. So it was a good day. All of the lessons were really good and just what I needed.
I thought I would wait until next Sunday before posting about Preston transitioning into Nursury, since next Sunday is actually his official 18-month birthday, to the day. But no, I'm going to write about it today.
Preston has been crashing nursury here and there for the past month or two.
He is an angel baby (usually) during Sacrament meeting, but then he really needs to get his wiggles out during Sunday School and so we usually walk the hallways, or go into the gym and he throws pretend balls into the basketball hoops.
However, on the off-chance that he didn't take a good nap before church, is particularly un-pleasable, or cranky....we crash nursury.
A couple of months ago, it was very obvious that he was much younger in both age and development than the other kids, and so we found him to be distracting to the other kids instead of adding to the environment. So we would only stay for about 10 minutes or so, long enough to go into the toy room and let him throw a ball around for a few minutes.
But now, now that he's almost 18 months old, he will officially be old enough to be dropped off at nursury starting next week.
Today Will and I decided to do a trial run of it. I went to nursury with Preston during Sunday School, and then Will came to swap me so that he could stay with Preston while I went to Relief Society.
Seeing how grown-up the other kids acted, how well they listened, knew how to sit in their little chairs, eat their snacks. pick up toys (and share them), drink from real cups (not sippy cups)..I realized...my baby was growing up too.
I got a tiny itzy bitzy glimpse into the emotions of mothers who drop their child off at Kindergarten for the first time and cry.
But today was not my day to cry. Today was just the trial-run. Next week I can officially cry.
While he did point to the toy room door and yell "Ball" for the first half hour, only halfway participate in the lesson, he did finally catch on that he needed to do what the other kids were doing. I think by the end of nursury time he was a little more adjusted.
Next week we will be better at making sure he gets a full nap before church so that he has enough steam and patience to last through 2 hours of nursury time. And I'll make sure I toughen up so that I don't cry during Relief Society when I realize Preston will no longer be my little side-kick during 3rd hour.