Well, I did it. I left Taryn with someone other than family for the first time today. I was thinking it was the first time I'd left her ever, but then I remembered that I left her with my mom to go to the movies a wee bit ago. However, today at church I left her in the nursery. At first I was cool. I actually felt quite liberated and excited to be free of both children and with other people. We went to the McDonald's down the street from church for Sunday School today, and it was rather nice. Then on my way to the service I checked on them both, w/o TJ seeing me of course, and everything was good. So on to the service I went. Somewhere between the announcements and the sermon, I started getting sick to my stomach, and feeling the need to run out of there as fast as I could to the nursery and check on Taryn and leave. I almost did right after the sermon. However, Ruth, my buddy, wanted to go and see her after the service, so I stayed. I'm glad I did, b/c there was no reason for me to rush back...she was fine and dandy.

Oh, and TJ got to go to the 3/4 class, b/c there was no one there in the 2's room. Of course, there's never anyone there in the 2's room during Sunday School, so I think I'm gonna try and get them to let him go in there every week. He made a bracelet, and he was so proud of himself. He came running up to me when I came to get him to show it to me! Then, when we got home, I had to carefully cut it off of him b/c he didn't want to mess it up or tear it! Of course you know I must now save this bracelet forever! I asked him if he had fun, and he said he did, except for when the person hit him. I inquired further, and he said the person knocked him down. I said, "Oh really?" Then he added that said person would not let him play. I'm about ninety percent sure this didn't happen, but it makes me wonder where he got such a wild imagination from. The other day I asked him if he had fun at the playground when he was with his daddy. He said yes, but that a boy hit him. I asked him what he did when the boy hit him. He said, "I cried, poor me," and made a big pouty face. That boy is nuts!

Oh, here's the bracelet:

I'm so proud of my big ol', big ol' boy!

Oh, and I just want to add...Even when it's really early in the morning, and the last thing you want to do is be up with your little newborn baby who's decided that she's ready to start her day, nothing will brighten your outlook more than a little tiny person who is all smiles and giggles! Yesterday she woke up at an unholy hour (7 am, but in my house that's WAYYYY too early!) and was ready to go. I was so ready to be mad, but I looked down and smiled at her. Then she smiled back (the first time for me). So I smiled again. She smiled again. This went on for about half an hour. She was so happy and giggly! I wanted so bad to take a picture, but you know if I had moved it would have been ruined. I wasn't giving up that moment! I guess this is why people have kids, eh?

I hope you have a great day, and I'll talk to you soon!