one of those moments.

she fell asleep like this. 

i just love the way she is sitting.

i love that there are toys scattered on the couch. 

it's just one of those moments that i love.

just the girls

now that the boys are in school for most of the day, it is just us girls. 

while i miss the boys so much some days, i am really enjoying my time with the girls. 

we get to run errands, play, watch dora and read books. 

all kinds of fun things.

I just love these girls and I am trying to enjoy my time with them the best i can!

Milk Magic

I saw this online and thought that the kids would like it. 

I was right!

(Please excuse the way I look. I was cleaning all day. I asked Garran not to get me in the shot but he did it anyway. Sigh)

traffic.light.love

today on my way home from Walmart, I saw what I can only call, traffic light love. 

did i see a couple sweetly kissing at a stop light?

no.

did she have her head resting on his shoulder as he drove?

no.

what i did see was a woman sitting in the passenger seat digging up her boyfriends nose with her finger as he sat in the drivers seat just taking it. I mean she was really working hard. I could hardly stand it. I didn't know where else to look. It was one of those situations where you want to look away but there is really no great place to look since you are in traffic and they are right in front of you. 

Finally after man handling his head to bend it to the perfect angle to insert her finger in his nose. she stopped!!

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

I did not know how much more I could stand.

Then to my horror she grabs his head again and starts digging in his ear.
I was thinking......

seriously.....

how can she do this?

how long is this light?

good gravy!!

finally the green light came to this mans rescue and she released her death grip from his head and removed her finger from his ear, grossly flicking something from it. i felt a little queasy and decided to pass them as soon as possible. 

i tell ya, i don't know what i would do if Wal mart or the ten mile radius around it did not exist . my life would never be the same.
ps. i have started a new label for all my wonderful wal-mart experiences. all you have to do is click where it says wal-mart drama at the bottom. sit back and prepare for the drama that is walmart!

the seven year itch.

Yep, I have definitely got it.

THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH!

Now I am sure you must be thinking what, they seem so happy. Garran and I are just fine. I don't have the seven year itch when it comes to my marriage. I have the seven year itch when it comes to being in school. Garran has been in school our entire married life. And now.....NOW, we can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel. 3 more semesters. This is it. He has this spring semester and then one more year....and we are DONE!!! I am sure some people might not understand why I am so ready to be done with school, but I am. I know the job market is in the tank. I know that my husband has choose a path that is not common, but for some reason, I am not worried about any of that. I have a feeling that it will all work out. I know that he is talented and that things will just fall into place. I have no idea when or how that will happen. I just have a feeling that it will. 

There is something about being a student, that no matter how long you live in a place, it always feels temporary. Like when people ask you why you moved to the area you answer is always, "oh, my husband is a student". Its never, oh we moved here to live, because he works here or there. I know that we will probably not find a job and stay there for all of Garrans career. I understand that we will probably move. I am just ready to be done with this part of our life. Both the schools that Garran has attended have treated him very well. As in, the professors have worked closely with him to help get his name out there and develop his talents. For that I am very grateful. I just hate the red tape side of going to school. Fees, Financial Aid, Books, Supplies, Ridiculously small paychecks for all the hard work he puts in to what he does. I am just ready to move on. To have a husband that goes to work and comes home. That does not have to be gone till 11-12 at night, sometimes later, because there are just not enough hours in the day to go to class, teach, and work on his own stuff in the studio. 

I am ready to be DONE!

And I honestly think he is too. 

I am so thankful that he has gone to school for something that he loves. It makes me really happy to think that he will get to wake up every morning and go to a job doing something that he really enjoys. I would hate for him to have to get up everyday and begrudgingly go to work to support our family. I know he would do that. That is just how he is. But I am glad that he wont have to. 

So this is our plan. 

This semester we are going to try and get him in as many shows as we can to build up his portfolio and his resume. Next semester he will be teaching a printmaking class and they asked him to re-apply to teach another undergraduate class, so he will focus on that next semester if he gets both of those. (they will be very time consuming) and his last semester he will focus on his MFA show. It will be in Chicago and I can hardly wait. I am so excited to see what he does. I am always blown away by his work. So that is it. When i put it that way, it seems like we will be done in no time. Life keeps moving and when it comes to be done with grad school, I am perfectly ok with that!!

Snow Storm = Pictures

when we get stuck inside because of snow storms...i tend to get restless. so today i broke out my camera. i miss taking pictures. i have seemed to lose steam because i am not that happy with my camera and life seems so busy. 

I guess I could come up with a million excuses but i still love the actual act of taking pictures. Luckily i have a house full of cute models to follow around. 

Here are a few snapshots I took today.

I know Cullan is missing, he is at school. I wish he was home with us. 

The weather outside is frightful, and I dread having to go out into it to get him. I just want us all home safe and sound. 

 this picture is so breia. in her "pretties", being silly with her wild hair. it just sums her up so nicely.

the next two are some of my favs. 

I love her hair in this one.

 I just love the sweetness I happened to catch in this one.

 umm. yeah. what can i say about this one. 

everyday life with littles ;0)

 then there is ayla. 

she had just eaten. i did not get a chance to clean her up. she moves so much that i don't have as many of her, but she sure is sweet. Look at those eyes, rosy cheeks, and sweet little smile. she just melts my heart. 

 Doesn't Kael look so grown up in this bottom picture. He looks so much older than 5!

 this is typical kael, hamming it up!

 Look at those eyes. Kindness and Love!! That is what I see.

 ayla and kael.

 she is so cute. she loves playing with  her older siblings. she tries so hard to keep up with them.

 then there is daddy. everybody loves daddy. Look at that cheesy smile on Ayla's face!

 everyone squeezing in...well except for cullan. i am planning on taking some pictures of him tomorrow. He is turning into such a handsome kid. Cute does not seem to really describe him anymore. 

For Every Mom, But Especially those with Littles

Every time I'm out with my kids -- this seems to happen:

An older woman stops us, puts her hand over her heart and says something like, "Oh, Enjoy every moment. This time goes by so fast."

Everywhere I go, someone is telling me to seize the moment, raise my awareness, be happy, enjoy every second, etc, etc, etc.

I know that this message is right and good. But, I have finally allowed myself to admit that it just doesn't work for me. It bugs me. This CARPE DIEM message makes me paranoid and panicky. Especially during this phase of my life - while I'm raising young kids. Being told, in a million different ways to CARPE DIEM makes me worry that if I'm not in a constant state of intense gratitude and ecstasy, I'm doing something wrong.

I think parenting young children (and old ones, I've heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they've heard there's magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it's hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.

And so I think that if there were people stationed, say, every thirty feet along Mount Everest yelling to the climbers -- "ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF!? IF NOT, YOU SHOULD BE! ONE DAY YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU DIDN'T!" TRUST US!! IT'LL BE OVER TOO SOON! CARPE DIEM!" -- those well-meaning, nostalgic cheerleaders might be physically thrown from the mountain.

Now. I'm not suggesting that the sweet old ladies who tell me to ENJOY MYSELF be thrown from a mountain. These are wonderful ladies. Monkees, probably. But last week, a woman approached me in the Target line and said the following: "Sugar, I hope you are enjoying this. I loved every single second of parenting my two girls. Every single moment. These days go by so fast."

At that particular moment, Amma had arranged one of the new bras I was buying on top of her sweater and was sucking a lollipop that she must have found on the ground. She also had three shop-lifted clip-on neon feathers stuck in her hair. She looked exactly like a contestant from Toddlers and Tiaras. I couldn't find Chase anywhere, and Tish was grabbing the pen on the credit card swiper thing WHILE the woman in front of me was trying to use it. And so I just looked at the woman, smiled and said, "Thank you. Yes. Me too. I am enjoying every single moment. Especially this one. Yes. Thank you."

That's not exactly what I wanted to say, though.

There was a famous writer who, when asked if he loved writing, replied, "No. but I love having written." What I wanted to say to this sweet woman was, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't mean you love having parented?"

I love having written. And I love having parented. My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to sleep (to bed) and Craig and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.

Every time I write a post like this, I get emails suggesting that I'm being negative. I have received this particular message four or five times -- G, if you can't handle the three you have, why do you want a fourth?

That one always stings, and I don't think it's quite fair. Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it's hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she's not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn't add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it's so hard means she IS doing it right...in her own way...and she happens to be honest.

Craig is a software salesman. It's a hard job in this economy. And he comes home each day and talks a little bit about how hard it is. And I don't ever feel the need to suggest that he's not doing it right, or that he's negative for noticing that it's hard, or that maybe he shouldn't even consider taking on more responsibility. And I doubt anybody comes by his office to make sure he's ENJOYING HIMSELF. I doubt his boss peeks in his office and says: "This career stuff...it goes by so fast...ARE YOU ENJOYING EVERY MOMENT IN THERE, CRAIG???? CARPE DIEM, CRAIG!"

My point is this. I used to worry that not only was I failing to do a good enough job at parenting, but that I wasn't enjoying it enough. Double failure. I felt guilty because I wasn't in parental ecstasy every hour of every day and I wasn't MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY MOMENT like the mamas in the parenting magazines seemed to be doing. I felt guilty because honestly, I was tired and cranky and ready for the day to be over quite often. And because I knew that one day, I'd wake up and the kids would be gone, and I'd be the old lady in the grocery store with my hand over my heart. Would I be able to say I enjoyed every moment? No.

But the fact remains that I will be that nostalgic lady. I just hope to be one with a clear memory. And here's what I hope to say to the younger mama gritting her teeth in line:

"It's helluva hard, isn't it? You're a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She's my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime." And hopefully, every once in a while, I'll add -- "Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up -- I'll have them bring your groceries out."

Anyway. Clearly, Carpe Diem doesn't work for me. I can't even carpe fifteen minutes in a row, so a whole diem is out of the question.

Here's what does work for me:

There are two different types of time. Chronos time is what we live in. It's regular time, it's one minute at a time, it's staring down the clock till bedtime time, it's ten excruciating minutes in the Target line time, it's four screaming minutes in time out time, it's two hours till daddy gets home time. Chronos is the hard, slow passing time we parents often live in.

Then there's Kairos time. Kairos is God's time. It's time outside of time. It's metaphysical time. It's those magical moments in which time stands still. I have a few of those moments each day. And I cherish them.

Like when I actually stop what I'm doing and really look at Tish. I notice how perfectly smooth and brownish her skin is. I notice the perfect curves of her teeny elf mouth and her asianish brown eyes, and I breathe in her soft Tishy smell. In these moments, I see that her mouth is moving but I can't hear her because all I can think is -- This is the first time I've really seen Tish all day, and my God -- she is sobeautiful. Kairos.

Like when I'm stuck in chronos time in the grocery line and I'm haggard and annoyed and angry at the slow check-out clerk. And then I look at my cart and I'm transported out of chronos. And suddenly I notice the piles and piles of healthy food I'll feed my children to grow their bodies and minds and I remember that most of the world's mamas would kill for this opportunity. This chance to stand in a grocery line with enough money to pay. And I just stare at my cart. At the abundance. The bounty. Thank you, God. Kairos.

Or when I curl up in my cozy bed with Theo asleep at my feet and Craig asleep by my side and I listen to them both breathing. And for a moment, I think- how did a girl like me get so lucky? To go to bed each night surrounded by this breath, this love, this peace, this warmth? Kairos.

These kairos moments leave as fast as they come- but I mark them. I say the word kairos in my head each time I leave chronos. And at the end of the day, I don't remember exactly what my kairos moments were, but I remember I had them. And that makes the pain of the daily parenting climb worth it.

If I had a couple Kairos moments during the day, I call it a success.

Carpe a couple of Kairoses a day.

Good enough for me.

By Glennon Melton

littles funnies

while this might make me sound like a bad mom, today briea tripped and the little dance she did as she was tripping made me laugh. i could not help it. once she landed, she looked at me and said, "girl, don't laugh at me!"

Garran heading up the stairs, "come on guys bath time!" briea charging up the stairs, " wait for meeee! I want to be naked toooooo!"

At the store today Cullan asked me if he could have a quarter to get something out of those machines. I agreed. He got a Chinese looking ring with a heart on it. On the way home we had the following conversation.

Cullan: I think I'm going to try and get krista back. (a little girl in cullans class)

Me: ok

Cullan: maybe I will give her this ring with the heart on it, because I am just a lover.....and well, that's alright.

Me: we'll I'm sure she would really like that.

Then I notice him just looking out the window and I hear him say, (kind of to himself) "I wonder what a kiss on the lips would be like?"

As I was helping Cullan with his homework the other day, this was our conversation. Me: Name 4 things that are slow. Cullan: a turtle, a snail....ummm... A sleep walker???

Kael to Briea: Briea , leave me alone! I'm looking for inner piece!

2012

turning 30 in 2010 was no big deal for me. neither was turning 31. i could almost feel a change coming. this year, i only have two goals. 

1. Do more good stuff.

2. Follow through on my plans. (mainly the ones i have for myself)

I am not yet ready to reveal any of my big ideas, but I will as they become more cemented. I have a good feeling about this year and I am hoping it turns out to be as exciting as I have a feeling it will be!!

feeling helpless.

it is miserable to see your child look like this on a regular basis. 

 

it is all over her poor little body and worse then this in spots. these are actually pretty mild. This is all over her back and up into her scalp. it is so frustrating when you have doctors that refuse to do tests to help you figure out what might be triggering these sorts of reactions. so i have decided to do the elimination diet. it is something that a few of my friends have told me about. it is basically what it sounds like. you take all major allergins out of their diet. then you gradually add them back in one by one. when there is a reaction, then you know. I have a sneaking idea that one of her triggers may be red 40. that one is a little harder to catch, but I am going to wait till this outbreak clears up and then try it and see what happens. it seems like such an unfair way to tell. making your child suffer through outbreaks to figure out what is causing it but hopefully i can figure it out quickly. I am also keeping a food journal to try and track what she eats in response to outbreaks. That way if it is not a major allergin, hopefully i will be able to figure out what it is. My last hope is that I am going to start giving her flaxseed in small amounts. I have been doing research online and have found that a small amount of flaxseed each day will help decrease outbreaks and the severity of them. I really hope this works. Keep your fingers crossed for us!!

to much, to young!

I am sure that I might get some hate mail about this post. But its ok. I can take it. I have a real problem with this. The other day, we had Nickelodeon on. My kids were not watching, the tv just happened to be on. I sat down to start to flip and this is what I saw.
 REALLY?
I know that my kids will be exposed to homosexuality. Cullan already has at school. But I just have a hard time with this coming from what is supposed to be a channel for young children. I feel the same way about sex education. I know that they are going to be exposed to it, but I would like to have the opportunity to prep them. I am just amazed how how many different avenues these different topics are introduced to our children. Needless to say, we will not be watching this channel or if we do it will be carefully censored.

can you feel the love...

these two were so cute 

giving each other hugs and loves!

once again....

(this mocking face and statement above is exactly how I feel )

once again, here is another reason i should not shop at walmart.

as do most of my recent experiences i was shopping and pushing my cart. 

i was moving quickly due to the fact that i was by myself and did not have much to get. 

i was rounding the corner by the tank where people fill up their water jugs. 

there was a Hispanic family filling theres and other shoppers scattered around. 

as i round the corner, i am suddenly enjoying a new vantage point. that is right, the ceiling.

i all of a sudden find myself flat on my back and in what some might say was a good amount of pain. 

i lay there for a minute, almost in shock. when all of a sudden a women's face is hovering above mine.

she looks at me curiously and says "honey, did you fall?".

I thought to myself for a minute and thought, nope I thought i would just lay here and enjoy this puddle of water!

i was a little frustrated at how many on lookers there were and the lack of help that i received to get up. so i just crawled over to the chip rack and used it for support to get up. my leg was banged up, and so it hurt like crazy when i put pressure on it.  when i finally got to my feet, i felt as thought i should turn around and take my traditional bow, as i usually do after my walmart adventures. but, i didn't. i just pushed the cart off, mumbling under my breath about how much my leg hurt. i am sure the people closest to me probably thought i had hit my head and really lost it. the good news at the end of this story is that i did not forget to get milk. the one thing i went there for. Yippee!

The Death Of Pretty.

Thought this was a pretty good article. So I will share!!

I want Pretty for my girls and the girls that come into my boys lives!

http://www.ncregister.com/blog/the-death-of-pretty

Harry Potter New Years Eve

We had originally planned on being home for New Years, but when our friends the Palmers invited us to a Hogwarts Party in honor of Ollie we decided to stay and have a little fun. 

I had spent the day with Stacy and some of our other friends getting some things together and making some plans. Really Stacy had collected all of the stuff. Amy and I were kind of like House Elves just helping to pull all the last minute stuff together :0)

It was so much fun. The kids loved every minute of it.  Here is how it went!

(Disclamer-Stacy typed this all out on her blog, so I am totally stealing some of it because it was described so well)

The Harry Potter Party

(as you read the description, it is stacy talking. just so you don't get confused)

The Sorting Ceremony:

Each child would sit on a stool and we'd place the sorting hat on their head and the hat would actually tell them, in a pre-recorded voice, what house they were in. Then they would receive a matching scarf to symbolize their house and the next child would come up. Oliver was first and I placed the hat on his head while Ed helped him lean forward. Of course he was placed in Gryffindor and so I put his scarf around him and he laid back down. Everyone clapped and cheered and he had a big smile on his face. It was so fun to see the kids reactions to what house they were placed in. Too funny! The hat would say one of these three things.

"Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself, but where to put you??? Mmmmm... difficult, very difficult... GRYFFINDOR!!!"

"I know... HUFFLEPUFF!!"

"SLYTHERIN"

Gryffindor - Oliver, Meghan (not me), Kaden, Kael
Slytherin - Jaren, Briea, Cullan
Hufflepuff - Eden
Ravenclaw - Phineas, Ayla (ages 2 & 1)

 THE FEAST
After the sorting ceremony we had a buffet set up of all sorts of finger foods. Drum sticks, a relish tray, chips and dip, little smokies, cheese and crackers and of course, Butterbeer. Amy made it with cream soda, Redi-whip, and butter flavoring. It was so good! Some of the little kids couldn't even lift up the mugs because they were so big! Ginormous... as Ollie would say. I wanted to make pumpkin juice, pumpkin pasties and rock cakes, but just didn't have the time. I'm sure we'll do it this week as I have all the ingredients.

Butter Beer

THE TRI WIZARD TOURNAMENT

After we cleared off the food, we set up the potions class on the table where Ollie could see it as well. We had lots of old glass bottles filled with some potion ingredients. For example, white vinegar and baking soda which of course had cooler names like 'goblin pee' and 'crushed dragon bones'. The kids would take turns coming up and helping us add the ingredients. Briea, who will be 3 in March, gasped in amazement when one of the potions started bubbling and foaming up. So funny! Oliver even got to make his own potion.

*The First Task - Successfully brew your own potion. The kids were having a hay day with this! They used their wands, chopsticks, to stir their concoctions together.

*The Second Task - Create and draw your own crest. I printed off a downloadable coloring page off of the internet so they could fill it in themselves. They were excited about it and Eden ended up making two of them.

*The Third Task - Find the Golden Snitch. Since I knew Ollie wouldn't be able to participate in the hunt, I asked him where I should hide it and he pointed to a wall sconce with a candle inside of it. I perched it on the glass that covered the candle. We then told the kids that someone had stolen the golden snitch and Harry needed it for his next Quidditch match so we had to find it fast! They looked around the dining room and living room until Eden finally found it! It was fun watching the kids using their wands to look for it. Meghan had hers out and was using it to peek under Oliver's blanket trying to locate it. "Accio, snitch" didn't seem to work.

After each task I would give them Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts from Gringott's bank (chocolate gold coins) to spend later on. They were each awarded with their very own Tri Wizard Cup, a tiny gold trophy I got from the party favor section of the Dollar Tree. I wrote each name on the front along with the year. They loved it! I heard "I'm a REAL wizard now!" from the kids when they received them!

  HONEYDUKES Candy Shop & ZONKOS Joke Shop

We set up a small area in the kitchen for the kids to go shopping and spend their wizards money. Dollar Tree had tons of candy and fun jokes and gag gifts to make it fun for the kids. We got large glasses, magic tricks, fake spilled ketchup and nail polish bottles, fake snakes and cockroaches and all sorts of fun tricks and gags. They could each pick out one thing they wanted from Zonkos and then off to Honeydukes where we had Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans (Jelly Belly jelly beans), chocolate frogs and broomsticks, Licorice Wands, Cockroach Clusters (Hersey's crunch bar clusters), lemon drops, pop rocks and all sorts of other goodies to choose from. They filled their bags and their tummies!

Since Ollie couldn't make it out to the kitchen, I grabbed his bedside table and filled it up with all sorts of goodies, like the candy cart on the train that Harry Potter loves so much. I wheeled it over to him, but he still wasn't feeling well, so I just put some things in a baggy for him if he felt up to something sweet.

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Ok. it's me again. 

see, such a fun night. 

here are a few of some of my favorite pictures form the night.

Ayla loving on Ollie. She is usually kind of shy, but she was kissing and loving him up!

 this little guys name is Kaden. He was making me laugh. When it was his turn to put on the "sorting hat", he had his eyes closed so tightly and was whispering "please Gryffindor, PLEASE!"

 Everyone Congratulating Ollie on making it into Gryffindor!

 is this me or Professor Trelawney??

 My little Harry.

The Tri-Witch Champs!

I just love these ladies. 

They are so fun <3

While this New Years Eve was definitely bittersweet for us, we had a fun time. We knew that this would probably be the last time that we got to see Oliver and so goodbye this time was much harder than others. I cried the whole way back out to my in laws. I have know Oliver since he was still in Stacy's tummy. So to watch from beginning to end is more painful than i have imagined.

I say that knowing that knowing only how I feel as a friend. Please pray for this sweet family. I know that this new year will more than likely hold heart ache for them and that is heart breaking for me.

if you want to read olivers story you can.

wwww.oliverpalmer.blogspot.com

thanks so much friends for including us on this very special new years eve. 

it will definitely be one we will never forget!

i took so many pictures that night that there is no way i could post them all. 

so i decided to put them in an album if you want to see them. 

cards anyone?

while we were visiting wtih garrans parents we decided to play cards one night. 

up and down the river has become almost a tradition since i have known Garran's family. 

we play it often when we are together and i think it is a lot of fun. While we were playing, some little girl kept stealing our attention. she was just being so stinking cute, that i had to grab my camera.

 i love that her toes are just barley on the table.

 you would not know it, but she is giving grandpa that sweet look.

 i can just hear her squealing with delight!

 i love the picture from above and below of garran's mom with ayla. in the top garran's mom looks so happy and i love the giggly face on ayla in the bottom one!

 Please ignore my awesome hair. I think it was kind of late... Anyways. I am rarely in pictures, so I had Garran take one of me with this little cutie.

Visiting!

while we were in iowa, we of course got together with our friends the Palmers. 

We never miss a chance to catch up and visit and let the kids play.

We had a lot of fun. They men folk went to see a movie and then Stacy and I got to go have some girl time. But of course, while the men were away...I took lots of pictures. 

Garran and I both had helped Ollie open some of his Christmas cards. Ayla found one that played music and was in love. Ollie was laughing at her dancing and sticking her tongue out to the music!

 You can not see it, but Ayla was playing Peek-A-Boo with Finn. They were very cute.

 Ollie and Eden. 

Such a sweet picture.

 I told them to make funny faces. I think Eden did the best!

 My kids always love to go to the Palmers for many reasons, but one is because they have a great collection of dress up stuff.

 Above: Briea as Spiderman

Below: Spiderman with a little Briea Sass!

 Ayla nibbling on a piece of pizza.

 Cullan was just trying to be SUPER i think. a little spider man, a little iron man, and a little captain America!

 of course Ayla wanted in on the action. 

she is a peeping spider man :0)