Landon's first Primary Program...

Once a year, the kids in our church (ages 3-12) do a program covering the things that they've learned over the year. Yesterday was that special day. They sent the kids speaking parts home about a month or two ago, and we've been practicing with Landon on his part. He had to say 'I can help make my family stronger by.... (then he could fill in the blank).' So, we discussed what he would say and he decided that he would say '...by sharing with my sister and obeying'. Well, little did I know, that Landon would decided to change his little line every time he said it. So, I was never sure what he would say. Most of the time, the things he said were relevant, sometimes, not so much (I can help make my family stronger by hopping on one foot). They've been practicing in the chapel the two Sunday's previous to the program, and then they had a Saturday practice the Saturday before. Landon did NOT cooperate! He would cry almost the whole time and refuse to sit in his seat. His teacher could usually coerce him to cooperate AFTER he got a snack, but they didn't give the snacks until after they practiced their parts usually.

(Not the best picture, but a picture of the little guy nonetheless)

ANYWAY, needless to say, we were a bit nervous about how Landon would do yesterday. He wasn't thrilled about not sitting with me, but his teacher is so sweet and willing to help that she got him to sit with her. His whole class was on the front row, NOT on the stage until after the Sacrament was passed, then they went on the stage. He followed her up with no problem. He didn't cry at all (which was a great thing), but he also didn't sing at all (which is very unlike Landon because he LOVES to sing). Every time it was time for them to sing, he would just stand there and drum his fingers like he was bored with the whole process. Then came the time for his speaking part. He got up there, looked at me, stepped up to the microphone and said 'I can help my family....(insert some heavy Darth Vader breathing)' Then he just froze. He just looked around at everyone and kept breathing like Darth Vader. It was pretty funny. Overall, I was so proud I could burst. You're probably all thinking 'What is there to be proud of with a performance like that?' but it's a mom thing. I was so proud of him (even when he started to strip his clothes off while on the stand. Luckily, his teacher caught him and made him keep his undershirt on (he had already removed his sweater))