Not your ordinary Sunday

Yesterday was the Primary Program.  I realized that these annual presentations just get more and more fun as we have more and more kids participating.

Cat was very well behaved and looked so grown up sitting up there.  She's becoming a lovely young woman.  Jack was in the back row in the corner, so he wasn't easy to see.  That was probably a good thing because he wasn't the model of perfect behavior.  Cat and Jack both did a great job of saying their short little one-sentence parts.  They weren't nervous; they remembered what to say; and they spoke clearly enough to be easily understood.

Eliza was the funniest of our kids.  She was the designated Waving Kid of the Primary Program.  She smiled and waved at us when she first sat down up front, so we smiled and waved back.  Then she did it again a minute later.  And again two minutes after that.  And again and again and again throughout the program.  It was so great.  She also started doing her own hand gestures to one of the songs.  Her class didn't get speaking parts, but instead sang "Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam"  and did a great job.  But the smiling and waving was definitely the best part.  She told me later that so many people had told her she did a good job.

  

After Sacrament Meeting, it was time to take Luke to nursery for the first time, but he wasn't having it.  Cat wanted to be the first to drop him off, and I thought he might be less clingy with her than he would be with me, but that wasn't the case.  He didn't want her to leave.  So after a few minutes I sent her to Primary and went into nursery with Luke.  I tried to sneak away a couple of times and each time he would see me, he would run over and cling to my legs.  When I finally managed to get out of the room without him seeing me, he just erupted immediately.  Once I went back in with him, he wouldn't let me out of his sight, even during snack time, until Ben came to relieve me during the third hour.  At least Ben and Luke got to work on an art project together.

I have a feeling it's going to take a while for Luke to be okay with us leaving him in nursery.  If only he could see that a couple of hours of playing with toys and singing songs and eating snacks is much more fun than a couple of hours of sitting in a stroller and being told to stay quiet during Mommy and Daddy's classes.  One day.