Now that the weather is nice we're almost always playing outside when Daddy comes home. So when we go out after nap the boys know Daddy will be there soon. Every time a car goes by they all yell, "Daddy!"
I spend a lot of time saying, "No, that's not Daddy," because apparently we can't yet distinguish the differences between vehicles.
Alex, Isaac and Sam take a break on the driveway.
This led to an awkward situation the other day when our regular mailman was gone. We had a substitute, and he sat in his truck right across the street from our driveway for about 20 minutes, probably sorting mail since he was unfamiliar with the route.
My boys spent the ENTIRE 20 minutes pointing at the mail truck and yelling, "Daddy!"