Just a little post for Dallas. It's just as easy to blog as it is to email him things, and if I blog it it's preserved. :)
This is how the cool kids watch Sesame Street.
Whoa! Oaklie is standing up! Amaya is saying, "What's the big deal guys? I stand up all day long and no one cheers for me."
My cheesy little orphans.
Amaya and Great-Grandpa Clark. She cuddled up with him at his birthday party for almost half an hour on Sunday.
I also found some oldies but goodies on my phone--no real theme here.
This was the line at the post office in Rexburg two weeks before Valentine's Day. At it's height, there were eight girls in front of me mailing packages to their missionaries. Something about it just struck me as ironic and funny.
When Amaya got her new swimsuit, she loved it so much she wouldn't wear pajamas to bed. I had to bribe her with breakfast in the morning or else she would still be wearing it.
Someone's got to clean up this mess.
I am obsessed with taking pictures of my kids asleep, especially when they fall asleep in funny situations, like while playing with toys in the car.
...or when they give themselves sleeping masks with headbands.
...and cuddle up with their babies.
....and look just like their dad when he sleeps. Dallas' elbow has jabbed me in the face on more than one occassion.
Oaklie's rolls in her bathing suit are so much cuter than mine.
They planned this.
When you are one year old, there's no such thing as a bad hair day.
Because sometimes it's nice to mix things up.
This is from today. Oh the complexities of sisterly relationships.
