Monumental

Today was a monumental day for the mom and dad of the little boy you see to the left. Something akin to when your baby sleeps through the night for the first time. Or your little girl buckles her own seat belt without you climbing into the car to help her. Or your little boy makes his own breakfast without spilling a half gallon of milk. Or your husband picks up his own socks. (Okay, so Jacob is incredibly clean and leaves his clothes on the floor never, but I was on a roll.) Now what is it that happened to us today?

Ben sat through all of sacrament meeting (the first hour of our church meetings) without being taken out into the hall. My mother's heart thought it would burst. And while I am under no illusion that it will happen on a regular basis (at least for several more months), I will take it. One glorious hour of not wandering around the halls of the church building.

Oh, and as an added bonus, he also goes to nursery already (has for several weeks now), even though he will not be eighteen months old for a few more weeks. Our ward has a very small class of nursery-age children. So they actually enlist younger kids to come and enjoy the fabulous teachers and closet of toys. And the first few times were quite the struggle, as they always are, but it is getting better. And he seems just a little less traumatized each time we pick him up. Today was his best day yet.

Sitting through all of sacrament meeting, minimal crying during the two hours of nursery, what in the world will happen next? Changing his own diapers, folding the laundry, color coordinating my closet, cleaning the bathrooms, tracking down the Daylight Savings Creator, starting his own blog ? I mean really, the sky's the limit!