Potty Talk

On Sunday was trying to get through a lesson with my sunbeams, which for those who don't know are 3-4 years old. We were talking about Heavenly Father and Jesus creating day and night for us. We talked about what we do during the day, and then what we do during the night. One of my boys said that sometimes he pees in bed and sometimes he doesn't. I asked, trying to not laugh, "It's hard to get it right sometimes isn't it?"
To which he nodded. I kept going thinking that would be the end of it. A couple minutes later, one of my girls said that she used to poop in bed, but not anymore, so now she gets to wear underwear. I had to turn my face away to keep from laughing outright. I just said that was good and moved on.
The thing I'm learning from this age range is they don't have filters. I hear things all the time that if their parents knew, they'd be embarrassed.  I just laugh it away. And I laugh now because I don't have kids yet. I'm sure it won't be nearly as funny when my kids repeat things I say.

Primary Program Panic

So last Sunday we had our Primary Program. I had major panic attacks even in the practices the two weeks before(and there was no one there). So anyway, before we get up there Roy is trying to tell me I'll be fine and everyone is watching the kids and not me. Didn't make me feel better. I actually wanted to vomit.
So the beginning of the program started with my teaching partner telling our theme and scripture for the year... oh wait, no she didn't. She's been sick and had lost her voice. So guess who got to do it.... me. Not pleasant. Anyway got it done and over with.
Go to primary and had treats. they had cookies and Creamies. Why we gave ice cream to a bunch of little kids is beyond me. Spent most of the time wiping faces, hands and dresses. It was hectic, but kind of fun. In class we drew pictures of our house and talked about being thankful for our homes. One of the little girls, she hasn't really warmed up to me before this, told me I was a good teacher... I heart about burst. In closing exercises, two of the girls wanted to sit on my lap, it's kind of hard balancing two silly girls on each knee. I'm really starting to enjoy being in Sunbeams. They are my kids. So you know what this means, I'll probably end up being released.

New callings

Roy and I are no longer teaching the Valiant 10 class. I am now moving to sunbeams (these are the kids I was with in Nursery) and Roy is 2nd counselor in the Elder's quorum. Our three girls looked like they weren't happy about the change Sunday. :( They are sweet girls and will continue to do well.

Mean Kids

So I taught our Valiant 10 class today by myself. It was really hard because the kids were on one today. They were loud and just weren't really listening. We had a little girl visiting today. She tended to talk a lot and was a strange girl but never-the-less, It was no excuse for the way they were treating her. they were talking about her and calling her weird and were moving to get away from her. I tried to get them to behave, but they were just mean. in closing exercises she sat by me and told me that she didn't feel accepted in class today. It tore my heart out that these kids couldn't get past some one's differences and be friendly. When I was in the nursery, the little kids were more excepting. they would share toys and snacks. It just frustrates me. Next week we are going to have to have a talk about treating "different" people kindly.

Change

I officially don't like change. I'm sure it is good for me, but I don't want to. When we moved into our new home, we got called as nursery leaders. I didn't even have to think about it. I love little kids, and none of the kids in our families are real close by that we get to see them often. So I've had fun. Get to read books, and play kitchen. Play with trucks and baby dolls and teach simple yet true gospel principles. I've finally got the nursery thing down... and we're getting released. Roy reminded me that as soon as you get comfortable, you get a new calling. We are now called to teach Valiant 10. 10 year olds don't think I'm as funny as 2 year olds do. :( I guess this is God's way of teaching me to appreciate his children of all ages. (Just don't put me in YW yet!)