Anyway, he went into the nursery room, looked at all the toys and kids playing and walked right in to discover what heaven he had just walked into. The teachers urged me out and even when I looked in the window, he was playing happily. Not even a glance to see if I was there. It always makes me a little sad to take my babies to nursery, I just love having them with me at church. It's the only time I can pay attention to just them... (oh and those people teaching the lessons...) But Linc was ready. And this time it's a mixture of sadness, because he is growing up, but (oh wow!) mostly relief. Adam picked him up and he was crying, but the teachers said he only started when other moms came to pick up their kids. He even colored a little picture in there. (He seems much too little for this!) Happy 18 months to my happy little Linc!