Picasso who?

Who needs expensive art work hanging on their walls when they have a five and six year old who leave notes and art work like these all around the house???

Dallin and Kailee love drawing and coloring. Especially lately, it seems Bec and I turn the corner to find some note or drawing taped on the wall, hidden beneath our pillows, on our night-stands, or any other location they find clever at the moment...

I'll decipher and translate as needed, seeing how they're still learning how to spell:

(D's a BIG BYU fan...)

D: " I love my dad. He is nice. My dad loves me."

"My mom is nice"

"I know that my mom will give me a kiss."

"My mom loves me and I love my mom."

(inside the envelope taped to the paper was another note: "I love you mom.")

"This is me. I am making my mom and dad's bed"

(he even drew the vaulted ceiling, ceiling mounted light, attempted to paint the walls, AND drew the light in the room below us)

"I have been playing with my dad."

"I love you mom and dad."

"Ella can come to my birthday. From Kailee"

(Ella-on the back side of the note above)

I, Dallin Zamora,

Do not want to drive

a car until I am

18 years old.

signed: Dallin Zamora"

(This one is definitely going in the ZamFam's archive under "D Blackmail". Of course, by the time he's old enough to drive we'll have two-almost three-teenagers and will most likely be relieved he can do some of the driving... Still, it may come in handy one day.)

Potty Training...

Yes, that's right... we're venturing into that phase once again.

I received a phone call from Becky yesterday afternoon letting me know that Tylie went "pee-pee on the potty" before nap-time, woke up with a dry diaper, and then went on the toilet again right after waking up! SO exciting! Yet, odd to think that our little girl (who-I might add is still small enough to fully fall through the toilet seat if she isn't careful) is starting to potty train. We know there's still a long road ahead of us, and it won't happen overnight. But still!

One of the hard things, for me at least, is that she's at that age where many of her words sound the same. Just after we tucked the kids in to bed last night, Ty started saying "Pee-pee! Pee-pee!" So I went into the girls' room, asked if she had to go pee-pee (which she said yes) and then took her to the bathroom. I sat there on the bathroom floor for a few minutes, all the while Ty sat there giving me the cutest little grins and caressing my cheek as if she were trying to get out of a punishment, looking all around the bathroom, then reaching for toilet paper when NOTHING had even come out yet! Bec walked in and said, "She wasn't saying 'pee-pee', she was saying 'SIPPY'!" (figures.) Got her diaper back on, tucked her back into bed, and gave her her sippy cup-which was all she wanted...

Regardless, she's been successful at going in the potty, and we're excited at the thought of having three potty trained kids AND only needing diapers at night!

Date Night...

I love Date Night...

A night Bec and I have to ourselves.

Occasional double dates are fun and enjoyable.

But I truly enjoy our one-on-one time; out of the house; without the kids.

The kids are getting their pj's on as we speak.

Bec's in the bathroom putting on her make-up.

I'm anxiously waiting.