Porter is 18 months as of today. That is the golden age where he gets to go to nursery! It was also our first week actually going to our new ward. He went in just fine. Stephen distracted him with a fun toy. When I peeked in the window on my way to Relief Society he was in someone's arms bawling. Poor kid, but it must not have been too bad because no one brought him to me and when I picked him up he was sitting on someone's lap watching her blow bubbles for the kids. The real test will be next week when we drop him off. He is growing up so quickly. I was holding my new nephew the other day and Porter looked like a giant next to him. He isn't a baby anymore.