At church today, Billy made the pew behind us nearly guffaw! He loves his Nursery class and is anxious to get there every week, but we have our main meeting (Sacrament Meeting) first. As the closing song came to an end, you could just see Billy getting more and more excited. Then was the prayer. As soon as “amen” was said, Billy threw his fists into the hair and shouted, “YES!” He was ready for Nursery!
Last night we took the boys to a church picnic with my mom. Billy got himself a cup of water and came back to join us on the blanket. He was drinking as he walked and continued drinking from that cup as he sat down. His little bum hit the blanket and then he fell onto his back . . . with the cup still at his mouth! Billy was nicely doused in water and I laughed and laughed!!
Billy is getting good at speaking in sentences, although his grammar is atrocious! When we get to my mom’s house, he calls for her “Gwandma! Gwandma!” and if she doesn’t answer, he asks, “Gwandma is?” It is his way of asking where she is. I also hear, “Ricky is?” “Truck is?” and “Bo-fires is?” many times a day. (bo-fires is what he calls the blasted pacifiers!)