Okay, so calling my helpful dad, "mule boy" wasn't perhaps the most respectful of names. But I must admit, I'm a bit obsessed with nicknames. Byron (if anyone knows him-- you'll soooo understand) is known as McGyver at my house. Fortunately or unfortunately, he must also be perceived as McGyver by many of our friends. I can't tell you how often our garage houses friends and neighbors snowmobiles, 4 wheelers and vehicles that need a little TLC and know-how.
Holland is known as LuLu Bell, Sweat Socks (thanks Todd) and Squawky.
Greer is GiGi-love, Gassy goose and Lu.
Reese is Reese's Pieces, the Pirhanna (she's tiny but has a mouthful of teeth-- thanks Uncle Craig) and when she was really little, the girls called her Bagel (don't ask me why), Mato (as in Tomato), Bibel (pronounced Bib-ul-- the girls came up with that one) and Muffin. When she was in the womb, we called her Princess Everlove. Holland and Greer came up with that and wanted that to be her name. It was a tough decision... but in the end Reese won out.

I Call My Parents Blessings

I survived! Last week I drove to Vegas (with a stop overnight in SLC) with my 2 year old! I have to say she was awesome. While I worked a trade show at the Sands, she was spoiled rotten by Grammy, Grandpa and Grandma Great. Can I just say how amazing my parents are? My folks played with Reese during the day and then had a yummy dinner for us each night. I was very spoiled. In fact, it was a bit of a shock to have to come back to Idaho and be a full-time mom again.
My dad-- the trooper-- came down to the trade show on set up day and take down day and saved my hide. I think I'll start calling him mule boy. Anyway, I couldn't have done it without them.
Byron stayed home with the two older girls. Perhaps, we should refer to them as the easier girls. He's gone on and on about what a breeze this mother thing is... I've learned my lesson. I had everything too organized and too covered for him. Never again.