We are free…once again. We hit the 18-month mark and we couldn’t be happier about it. We’ve been taking Hunter to nursery for the last 3 months, taking turns as to who would stay with him. It wasn’t worth fighting him in class anymore, so we’d let him play in nursery. It was great. But one of us always missed class while we stayed with him.

So Sunday, we walked him to nursery, and so gleefully walked out of nursery to go to class. I love it. I got to sit with Steve with uninterrupted thoughts. I didn’t have to entertain, didn’t have to wipe any noses, didn’t have to collect all of the books and toys scattered across the bench at the end of the class. Church is once again enjoyable. Wahoo!

Hunter has become increasingly obsessed with his Easter basket. We got them out on Saturday for an egg hunt, and I can’t pry the thing from his hands. He opens all the eggs and then whines until I put them back together. Funny Boy!