Our eventful church day.

Krystal introduced Maycee this past week to Dora the Explorer.  Maycee will sit through about 15 minutes and then she is done.  I didn't realize until today that the things she watches really sticks with her!

In the middle of sacrament meeting we were listening to a speaker talk about repentance.  Maycee was being quite cooperative.

The woman speaking said this line (I'm paraphrasing), "We all make mistakes and will put rocks in our own backpacks..."

To which Maycee perked up and said very loudly "BACKPACK!"

For those of you who have never seen Dora, let me explain.  Dora is a little girl who goes on adventures.  During her adventures she uses little things to help her along the way.  One thing that she uses is her 'backpack' full of treasures.  In order to get into her backpack she tells her audience (aka Maycee) to say "backpack".  To which Dora's sidekick, Boots says, "Say backpack, say backpack!"  There is a brief pause where the audience (aka Maycee) is supposed to yell "Backpack".  Maycee has never participated in this ritual until today during church.

I really was trying hard not to laugh.

It was hilarious.

Today was also a day of mourning...

MY BABY IS GROWING UP!!!

We let Maycee go to nursery today at the insistence of the nursery leader.  She told us that Maycee needed to get used to being away from Mom and Dad to be with other kids.

Stephen took Maycee to nursery and sat with her there for about 10 minutes and then walked back into our class.  He sat in nursery for so long because he was unwilling to resign himself to the fact that Maycee was fine without him.  He had a very lonely look on his face when he returned.

Ten minutes later the nursery leader walked into the classroom carrying a sobbing Maycee.  The leader explained that she was hit with a block and she couldn't console her.  I was a little distraught!  I did not think that Maycee would cry at all with us gone and I was surprised that something so little would throw her off.  She reached straight for me and wanted me to hold her.

That was a nice surprise.  She never does that.

Twenty minutes later Stephen took Maycee back to nursery during singing time and sat with her for the last 45 minutes.  I went to check on them in the middle of the class and when I peaked through the glass window I saw Maycee sitting in a little chair folding her arms with her puffy red eyes paying full attention to the song leader.  Stephen was sitting right next to her, very protective like, singing the songs.

What a good Daddy.