The only thing to fear is...nursery workers.

Maybe its the mass hysteria that is innately all church nurseries.

Maybe its the fact that ALL the other babies are crying too. (at first)

Maybe its the fact that Eden is growing increasingly clingy.

Maybe it's because she has to wear a paper diaper instead of a soft fluffy cloth diaper.

Or maybe it's a nasty conglomerate of all of those.

Whatever it is...Eden absolutely hates the church nursery. She cries as soon as we enter the building because she knows of the impending tortuous doom she must face of playing with other babies her own age with new toys and non-stop excitement and music! All of which she loves on any other occasion than Sunday morning.

And I have no answers. 

So the last few Sundays Brandon and I are taking turns making best friends with the nursery workers while the other of us gets to enjoy the service. If we even attempt to leave her for a few minutes we are summoned back only to hear the screams of fear of our only child as she reaches her arms out to us to rescue her from this incredibly terrifying situation of friendly babies and new flashy toys.

So then our presence in the room brings Eden enough peace that she once again feels comfortable rough-housing with the boys, taking snacks from other children, nabbing pacifiers, and running over toes with her walking toy.

And every Sunday we repeat the process.

Enter church. Scream. Fill out paper work. Hand her over. Scream. Walk away from the screams of our child. Sit in Sunday School for 15 minutes barely able to focus because we wonder how she's doing. Summoned back to nursery. She plays for 20 minutes while one of us gets more acquainted with the nursery worker. Escape to hear one or two songs in the service. #564 is flashed up on the big screen summoning us back to the nursery. (we're becoming all too familiar with this number). Play in the nursery for 20 more minutes. Wave bye bye to everyone as they look at Eden's puffy, red, teary eyes and say, "ahhh...poor baby. Maybe next week."

hmmmm. maybe.

Anyway.........

She's making awesome strides in other areas of life. As her first birthday quickly approaches she's beginning to walk all over the house. Just 4 or 5 steps at a time before she gets fed up with it and realizes she could crawl there faster. And she's decided that morning naps are for sissies because she doesn't like those anymore. Which means I'm quickly adjusting to taking showers no longer than a Sesame Street podcast. And she's taking after her daddy, loving anything sour and tart. ie Minute Maid Cherry Lime popsicles. Aren't we awesome parents? Although she makes up for it with green beans, which I'm convinced she'd eat even while sleeping. She LOVES her some green beans.

That's the news from Eden-land...where her BonBon and Pops will soon be visiting for her first birthday. We're excited about their arrival tomorrow!!