separation anxiety

Our bishopric rocks. We got to Church yesterday morning and there was much talk about Grant's first day of nursery. And aside from my little post last week, I had not said a word to any one about Grant's eligibility. Though there is not a leader called yet, the bishopric and the primary presidency got it covered. After Sacrament meeting Cori dropped Grant off in the nursery room and the crying began.

He cried all through the second hour and nearly all the way through the third. Cori had a really hard time staying away. It is a tough call to make- go in and risk being very unhelpful while trying to help, or subject a poor volunteer to your sobbing child for two hours in hopes that the kid will relax after a little while. And it is not fun listening to your baby cry. Yes. We could hear him nearly everywhere in the church building.

This was not an issue at all with Gracie. I was more of a mess that day. When I dropped her off on her first day of nursery, she gave me a kiss, I waved bye-bye and she ran off to play. No problems. She was used to flying solo. Nursery wasn't her first experience being without her family.

Grant is just fine when we leave the kids with baby sitters. But yesterday was the first time he's ever been without Gracie. Poor guy. 

These are pictures that Cori took on Saturday night. The kids took in some popcorn and March madness with us before bed. Every time Grant asked for something to drink, Grace lovingly doted on him. They are becoming good friends and it makes me so happy. Grace complains when Grant has to go down for a nap. Grant wants to be everywhere she is.