We made it

Our church is three hours long. The first hour is a time when we worship together as families and then we split up for the second hour. The children go to their classes and the adults have scripture study. The third hour the men and women split and continue studying. This is how I was raised and this has never seemed like a long time to be in church...until J came along. Children don't start going to class until they are 18 months old and Steve and I have pretty much exhausted our bag of tricks by the time the first hour is over. But not anymore! J is 18 months old and has started going to nursery. Does he like it? Not particularly, but Steve and I both teach children's classes and J would like joining our classes even less. A note to J's teachers...he's a biter...and a hitter, but he's a sweetheart. Enjoy!

Also, M went to church sporting a fascinator. I think she pulled it off.