We survived the primary program!

Andrew's primary program was this morning. Happily enough, it went pretty well. (Not that our standards were particularly high: last year he was rolling on the platform that they built for the sunbeams, so pretty much anything was an improvement over that.) But he remembered all of his part, and he spoke clearly enough that most of the audience heard him (even if he did almost eat the microphone); he stayed in his seat most of the time; and he sang most of the songs. You can't really expect much more from a four-year-old.

Of course, our second sacrament meeting of the day didn't go quite so well. Dan's cousin Jodi was blessing her new baby, so we all went. It started a scant 30 minutes after we got out of our meetings, so we ate lunch on the way over. Evelyn lasted until the sacrament and had to be taken out (and then home, where she cried until falling asleep in my lap). Sarah's kids made it a little bit longer. And Andrew (apparently) made it until the end with his dad and Poppy. Although it was, from all accounts, a close call after Sarah left, when Andrew inched his way to the edge of the bench, then sat down on the floor and started scooting his way back to the back of the chapel until some nameless lady--for which I thank her!--called him on it and told him to go sit down. (I should add that Poppy was alone with Andrew at this point, since Dan still hadn't returned from taking Evelyn and I home). But we all survived.