Lydia went to nursery for the very first time today. I dropped her off, because I’m meaner than Kyle is. I can actually take her in and walk her to the toys, let go of her hand and walk away. Kyle would have stayed with her to see how she handled it.
I went to Sunday school and wondered how long it would be before they brought her to me because she had just been crying too long. I got through Sunday school, and before relief society started, someone came in to ask for help in Lydia’s nursery. I didn’t volunteer, just because I wanted to see how long Lydia would go. Relief society began and surprisingly ended without anyone bringing Lydia to me.
After church, I went to go get her, and there she was playing with the bubbles just as happy as she could be. Until she saw me. She looked up and noticed me after I came in the room and THEN she started crying, as if suddenly realizing that I had left her and she just couldn’t believe it. I thought it was totally funny. I knew she was fine, and obviously, I came back for her. But as soon as she realized that I had left, despite the fact that I came back, that is when she had the melt down.