Sunday Thoughts

On Saturday, Matthew was exactly 18 months old. That may not mean anything to most, but to a mother who has had a baby glued to her hip for the past 6 1/2 years during church, Sunday was a glorious day. It was his 1st official day in the nursery. Every Sunday when I would drop off Jacob, Matthew threw a screaming, raging fit that he wasn't allowed to stay and play. I was secretly counting down the weeks. (ok, not secret at all. I would announce every Sunday exactly how many Sunday's were left until he would get to join his older brother Jacob in the nursery. I am sure they were looking forward to Jacob's brother attending with him! ha!) Sacrament was normal. 3 kids trying to position themselves on my lap simultaneously. Fruit snacks being flung around the pew. Mom confiscating a tire gauge, bb's, and a mini screwdriver from various people up and down the pew. The hymn rack being kicked off the back of the pew in front of us. Joseph gave a great talk. Matthew screaming "daddy" as he spies him up on the stand. Abigail pouting because she can't go and sit with daddy up on the stand. All in all it was one of our better sacrament meetings. As I sit there, I am becoming more and more excited at the thought of being able to attend Sunday School and teach my YW with no toddler or baby interuptions.
I drop off all the primary children, then head to the nursery. Jacob has never been a clingy child. He basically slams the door in my face when I drop him off. Matthew was already heading to the toys as I talk to the nursery leader, asking if I should leave a binky, blanket, etc. As I leave the nursery, I do a little hop, skip, jump, down the hall, and head off to class. I am immediatly asked where is the baby? Can it be that time already? I assure them yes, the time has flown that quickly. I am then asked if I am pregnant, because if I don't have one glued to my body, one has to be inhabiting it apparently. Nope, I'm good. I'm insane enough I think.
Life is great. I am teaching my sweet YW and I hear the doorknob being yanked around. By someone who cannot open it. I go to assist and Jacob bursts thru the door and informs the whole hallway that he has to go poop. He proceeds to tell all of the girls individually what he needs to do, and then tears down the hall at break neck speed and about crushes some pour soul behind the door as he slams it open in his attempt to make it to the bathroom on time.
Kids are so awesome!