Friday, April 13, 2012

We're so glad when Daddy comes home!

We are so excited to have Daddy home! It has been a super long week full of ups and downs laughter and tears- sometimes laughter with tears, and lots of wishing Daddy's trip was shorter to he could be home sooner. Today in preparation for Daddy to come home, the girls made a "Welcome Home Daddy" poster to put in the window. The girls loved it and were so excited to put it up and eagerly watch out the window for their Daddy. They were so excited to have him home. The primary song that goes something like this, "I'm so glad when Daddy comes home. As glad as I can be! I clap my hands and shout for joy and climb up on his knee." took on a whole new meaning as I say my girls do just that when he got home.
It's amazing how much simple things can be taken for granted until you go without them for awhile- like having someone help put the kids to bed or read stories or keep them calm during family scriptures and prayer, the list goes on. We are so grateful to have Daddy home with us! And yes, story time was much more enjoyable for the girls- Daddy does a WAY better job!

Hanging out this morning

She LOVES  the Bumbo


Her Rock n' Play sleeper
She sleeps SO good in this!

Yeah for Daddy being home!

Laughing because she's so ticklish

Gabi and Madi tracing their hands on the Welcome Home poster

Madi's still trying to get the hang of it  :)

Gabi's practically a pro :)




Side Story:
Brynlee's Diaper explosion
Yes, I was holding her
Yes, it got on me
No, it didn't get on her
No, I don't know how that's possible
I was holding Brynlee, and without warning I heard something dripping on the floor, at first I thought it was Gabi peeing her pants, but as I looked down this is what I saw! Somehow little Bryners had shot it right out the back of her diaper. She didn't get any on her clothes, but managed a spray of it on my shirt and pants, all over my shoes and definitely all over the floor. Isaac said it looked like it shot right out the back of her diaper. Strange, but true. True, but gross.


Love, The Knights

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