Nursery

Two weeks ago was Jonathan's first time going to nursery. Michael and I decided to take the "rip the bandaid off" approach. After Sacrament meeting we both took him to the nursery to find out which class he should be in. We took him to the room, gave him kisses and left. He was not very happy. His teachers assured us that if he cried too long they would bring him to us. And off we went to Sunday School (I now see the great wisdom in the nursery being on the opposite end of the building as the adult classes!).

Michael and I met after our last hour meetings and went to get our little guy. I opened the door and saw kids playing at the table. Jonathan was sitting on a little chair holding his picture he drew just staring straight forward. I had to walk around in front of him for him to see me. When he finally saw me he dropped his paper, got off his chair and came crying to me. His teachers told us that he loved singing time and coloring and he did fine as long as thy didn't look at him or touch him. :)

Then just last Sunday we were told he cried the first half then did well the second. They said he did better. I'm hoping he will soon enjoy going to nursery. Michael and I plan to take his teachers cookies this week. They sure do have a tough calling in the ward. I'm very glad they are willing to serve, they seem to do a great job.