Diego is 18 months old, which means....nursery time!! I've been counting down waiting for him to be old enough. I was getting so sick of trying to keep him calm during church! But I have to say, I am a little sad. So far, I've been going with him to nursery, while he gets used to it, but it's hard because I'm the Relief Society president and feel like I should be in RS. Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm the RS President. I haven't written about that in here. They called me when I was just a few weeks away from giving birth to Marcelito. Yeah. I thought they were crazy. I still do.
Anyway, so far he seems like he's going to do okay. Well, once he gets used to Bro. and Sis. Wardell. They're really nice. And I told them all about his allergies, so they're going to be really careful about what food they bring in for everyone. They're not going to give the other kids food unless Diego can eat it, too. That gives me such peace of mind because I was just envisioning him grabbing a handful of someone else's goldfish crackers and then throwing them up everywhere.
Okay, he's waking up from his nap and yelling, "Momeeeeeeeeee".
