Alec had his first Sunday in nursery on September 28th. He cautiously had a good time.
The second week another child bit his arm. Hard. It was bad. He wouldn’t leave my lap after that.
In the several months now that he has been attending nursery, he still cries and cries if Adam or I try to leave him. So we don’t leave him. I can’t bear to leave him just crying and crying. I don’t like thinking about the way it makes him feel. So I stay with him during Sunday School and Adam stays with him during Relief Society/Priesthood. All of our babies have been this way. It will work out eventually.
After the new year, they moved all children who were already 2 years old to a different nursery and Alec and one other girl were the only two left behind. Slowly more children will move into nursery, but for now the calm is very nice for Alec. I don’t mind at all staying in there with him, and if I didn’t have a calling that pulled me away then I would stay both hours. Nursery is my favorite and I hope it’s soon Alec’s favorite as well.
This year Megan and I snuck out on our own to attend her school’s fall festival. I had volunteered to run a booth and Megan was my happy helper. She was a little anxious about participating in any of the activities, but once she did she had a great time.
It was a fun activity to do just Megan and me. I love any one on one time I can get with any of my babies.
On September 2nd, Adam and I were able to take Jane and Alec to the Ogden Temple Open House. The Ogden temple had been closed since April 2011 for renovation, and only opened again in July of 2014. I wish we would have been able to take Megan, but we were only able to get tickets for times when she was in school. It was a beautiful and wonderful experience and I am glad we took the opportunity to drive up and go through.
On September 21st, the temple was rededicated and across the entire state of Utah, no regular church meetings were held. Adam and I went to our stake center to watch the rededication. Adam attended in the morning and I attended in the afternoon. President Henry B. Eyring was one of the speakers in my session and he gave a tearful account of losing an infant grandchild who he “never had the blessing of holding in this life.” He spoke of how “joyful” he felt knowing that, because of the resurrection and sealing power of the temple, his grandchild would be reunited with her family. In the darkness of the chapel, silent and private tears rolled down my cheeks as the spirit once again bore testimony to me of this truth and as I connected with President Eyring in a way I hadn’t before. I know I too can be reunited with my infant child. I am so grateful for the temple. I’m so glad we took the time to go to the Ogden open house. The Ogden Temple will forever hold a special place in my heart.