The Best Time of Day...

The best time of day for all of us is when we hear Tim's keys turn in the back lock. It is like a mass stamped to the door when he gets home. Caleb clings to his leg, I cling to his waist, and the baby is smashed somewhere inbetween. I am always ready for Tim to get home because Caleb is tired of Mommy time and needs wrestle time, the baby is tired of me cooking and not holding, and I am ready for adult conversation! Sometimes I feel bad for Tim because he doesn't get 30 seconds to change before Caleb is jumping on the bed asking to be thrown around or I am asking him about work. But most of the time I don't feel bad about smothering him when he gets home, I feel thankful that he is such a good Dad and husband that we can't wait for him to get home each night! (and i think he really likes it)