Nursery

Dusty and I have been counting down the days until Whitten turned 18 months and could go to nursery on Sundays while we are both trying to teach.

Dusty had the privilege of dropping him off.

There was some of this...

and a little of this...

and finally the cooking won him over. At least you never have to guess what Whit is thinking. He wears his emotions on his sleeve :) Sister Lepley was a champ and suffered through until the last 10 minutes when he was brought to Dusty for a diaper change. Cheers to Sundays where we actually get to listen to a spiritual message instead of wrangling Spicy head!