in which carly goes to nursery and we all cry.

I was very much emotionally prepared to send Carly off to nursery at Church.

next week.

But the nursery leader came to me at the beginning of Sunday School and said,

"Oh, we can just take her today."

Carly's Sunday School toy and snack spread was already all set up, but I sent her out the door with the nursery leader, who has 9 children of her own and is therefore rather good with kids.

I came back to my seat.

I looked at her toys.

I packed away her snacks.

Then I saw her dishtowel lying there.

And that's when the tears came.

~

Later I saw Chris in the hall and shared my concerns over the fact that Carly did not have her comfort dishtowel. more tears on my part.

Chris confessed that while in the Clerk's Office he could hear her in the nursery room, and that he got a bit choked up himself.

Where did our baby go?

~

[peek-a-boo, baby]

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Chris particularly enjoyed that I've been raving about Carly going to nursery, then had a hard time when she did. In my defense, she went a week early.

I would have been perfectly fine next week.

(Right?)

~

[pitiful attempt at getting a pic on her 1st day of nursery]

So we get to about 20 minutes left in Relief Society.

The nursery leader comes to the RS door with a sobbing Carly.

Her guess was that the other kids were coming in and out with their moms due to potty training and diaper changing, and Carly was probably wondering where her mommy was.

And I honestly believe she would have done a bit better if she had had a dishtowel.

But it broke my heart to see her scared.

The nursery leader handed her to me and sobbing Carly waved to her and said "BYE BYE!".

(Read: Get out of here!)

She spent the next 5 minutes on my lap in RS sniffling and eating Goldfish while clinging to her dishtowel.

Then she promptly returned to her usual 3rd-hour distraction destruction.

And I returned to thinking, I can't wait 'til she goes to nursery.