Brody is finally, I mean already 18 months old! For us Mormons, that means you get to dump your kid in the nursery at church instead of holding a squirming toddler on your lap while trying to listen to the lesson while he runs your nylons and smears peanut butter on your dress! Oh, I love my little Brody but Sundays have been rough lately. We hang out in the foyer a lot. He didn't cry at all when I left him in there. I was so happy! Now if we can only get nursery extended through sacramant meeting...
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