How I know he's a good dad...

They've stayed in this spot since he returned home on Saturday, leaving only to eat, nap, and potty. Bad for Kimball, Good for me. There was never any doubt, but this is further proof that Kimball is the cat's pajamas when it comes to being a Daddy! "...I'm so glad when Daddy comes home, glad as I can be!"

Mario Kart Love Song

I dedicate this to my husband, who has been said to enjoy a video game or two in his younger years....well older ones too. I love you Babe, I'll ride in your Kart any day.

p.s. I'm stoked he decided to feature the Dirt Devil in the background

A Lesson in Patience

...What to do on a cold winter day?? How about give them a lesson in patience? Eureka!

Waiting...
and waiting...
and waiting..
and waiting a little more..
Success!

...and Wyatt will continue to wait for Kimball to get home

seems like we're all waiting for something sometimes....doesn't it?

Dear Kimball,

..there will always be more where these came from, if you'll be my Valentine.
Check YES or NO

Love, Holly

Donuts in the Park

As you can see Tyler had much better things to do than eat donuts...

I'm starting to worry that the scowl may be permanent....but he sure is handsome.

Official quote of the visit, "They have big swings that are either for mothers, or for the handicapped".

For Mothers...

or for the handicapped...






Mom's can have fun at the park too. The donut in my teeth almost looks like it WASN'T intentional...



Even our Puma's are friends.

The Ultimate Luxury

I have to thank my friend Nikko this morning for writing a post that inspired me to write this one. Lately, I have been feeling like a less-than-adequate mother (to put it nicely). I began to root around in my mom's medicine cupboard looking to see if there was any of my anxiety medication from high school leftover (to put it not so nicely). It feels like the minute I wake up I look forward to their nap time and the minute they wake up from nap I'm looking forward to bed time. While I understand that this is probably normal, for parents with kids that are nearing their "terrible twos", I still feel like it isnt an excuse to be wishing for them to be asleep every minute they're awake. My friend talked about motherhood being the "Ultimate Luxury", and I had to ask myself, am I missing it? And sadly, my conclusion was yes. I had never thought about the opportunity to stay home with them as a "Luxury", and then I started to think about how I would feel if I HAD to work, and I had to let someone else take care of them, and how hard that would be. I know many women who have to do this and I know that they love their children just as much as I love mine, and they would give anything to be home with them. And like my friend Nikko, I have to say how thankful I am for a husband who had the foresight to choose a career path that would allow me the luxury of being a mother who stays home. The field of medicine can often leave him feeling brow-beaten, exhausted, and under-appreciated, and I know it would have been easier to choose something else, but he did it in large part to the promise that it held for his family in the future. With that being said, I know nothing is gauranteed, and the only sure way to be happy is to follow the promptings of our Heavenly Father through the spirit, but I wanted to share this to maybe speak to someone else the way it spoke to me. Hopefully I can be more grateful for the priviledge of staying home with my children...even though they lock eachother in the dog's cage (more on that later =)