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Seeing my girls hold hands when both are scared.
We went for a bike ride this weekend and put the two of you together in a trailer behind Brendon's bike. You were both pretty scared. The entire ride we could hear both of you nervously humming as we went along. When we stopped at the end we caught you holding hands. I think Eisley is only crying in this picture because we were all staring at her and not picking her up right away. She didn't actually cry while we were riding!

Seeing Daddy cuddle with his little girls
     Kaybree, you don't enjoy bedtime. You want to stay up all night or sleep with us. After a weekend of sleeping in our bed you did not want to fall asleep last night. I sent your dad in to your room to get you back in bed and 20 minutes later you were both fast asleep in your bed. Your bed is built for toddlers. His legs hang off the edge but you two cuddled there for over an hour. It was adorable.

Kaybree singing "All about that Bass"
    It gets stuck in your head sometimes and I love catching you singing it. Hilarious!

Kaybree singing anything
    You love to sing! You kinda always have. I admit, you're not the best song writer but the way your dad and I cheer you on, I think you might be some day. The past couple days you've enjoyed adding piano to your singing. You even pull out a few sheets of music--as if you can read them.

Kaybree saying prayers
   You call it "Heavenly Father" and anytime you want to say a prayer you fold your arms and say "Mommy, Heavenly Father?" and then we both bow our heads and you say something along the lines of "Heavenly Faudder, fank you for Mommy, fank you for Eisee, fank you Daddy, fank you dis day, fank you food. Fank you Mommy. Amen."  Last night you kept wanting to pray during dinner but refused to say it until both Mommy and Daddy were folding their arms. Dad tried to help you once by giving you ideas of who to thank Heavenly Father for but you stopped midway and said "Hey! I say it!"

Eisley's reaction when she sees someone she loves
    You've got happy legs! As soon as you see someone you love you scream and start kicking like crazy, you stretch out your arms and move your wrists so every limb is going crazy! It's the best way to wake up.


We had a great weekend this past weekend. We went to Flagstaff with Grandma and Grandpa Vance. Both are so good at spending time with you two. Grandpa was always willing to take Kaybree on walks and race her around while Grandma would carry Eisley anywhere. We had fun watching the Suns scrimmage at training camp (actually we spent a large amount of time in line for popcorn because popcorn is what makes these things exciting for Kaybree--and Eisley it turns out) and then we stayed there all weekend loving the weather and general conference.



Seems like a lot of general conference talks were about following the prophet and strengthening yourself spiritually. We're working on that. We're making it a goal to be better at scripture study, family home evening, family prayer and temple attendance. We want you girls to grow up in a home where the spirit is felt.
I try to do little things like sing "I am a Child of God" for your lullaby but I want you to learn more about the gospel through me. You're learning so much from so many people and picking up so much--good and bad, from all over. I hope from my example you pick up only good things!

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