Last week Amber, Olivia and I moved into our new apartment. After bunking with family for the past 10 years, we finally have a space all our own. It really is the best feeling- to know there's a place that is yours. There is an extra room, which is just a storage right now but soon will become my office. Olivia even has her own room, which she loves. Amber let her pick out her own bed set and she picked a really cute black/white/pink Minnie Mouse set. Amber and I decided that we'll live up here at the Grand Canyon for a couple more years, then move- hopefully back to Prescott.
Olivia decided last week that she doesn't want to wear diapers anymore. We've been having a fun time with that. Shes growing up... and this summer they want her to start preschool. I'm so excited for her. We love her so much. She really is our greatest achievement.
I read an article last week about common myths about Dads. One that really stuck with me is the myth that Dads need to be a tough, stern disciplinary figure. A study was done about this and the overwhelming majority of kids would associate their dad with play time. Children were seen smiling real big and tensing up because they knew their dad would play with them.
This is something I have always worried about (ask Amber), how my kids would see me. But I know Olivia loves me, she loves to climb on my back, and play Hide... I love her so much.
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