Big Barda

This is a pretty Asher-centric run of pics. It's ok though, he's wicked cute (most of the time).

I've got another one like this where he's freaked out an torn up his room like a Zepplin tour. The best part of the other pic is that it's part of a series. First picture is him screaming surrounded by everything he owns like it was some kind of toy binge. Then, the next pic was taken about a minute later and he's nude, stomping through the mess like a buck nekkid bigfoot. Classic.

At our local pet store. It's half pet store, because it has pets, and half fun land, cause most people who go in aren't going to buy anything, just let their kids mess around with the animals. Last time we went there was a tortoise. Like a full size, you're kids would probably ride on it, tortoise.

Here's some pictures my mom sent of Asher's birthday. Dianna made him cupcakes. The two in the helmet are my favorites. If mischief had a face - that'd be it. Nana got him the bomber jacket (and the hard plastic axe . . .)

Look I've got frosting on my hand.

GET THIS FROSTING OFF MY HAND 

This also came from my mom. Lets, just for a moment, forget about the cat ears and necklace and notice, if you will, the old universal remote. One of the most fun things my kids play with is a bag full of remotes. Full. Remotes to old stereo equipment no owned in my life time. Remotes what people would have said, "Oh wow, that tv came with a remote? Decadent." Broken remotes and universal remotes that are no longer universal.

And the kids love'em.

The kids playing in the back of the car. Ash looks comfortable.

And awesome picture of Wyatt and Jason. I like the look of determination on Jason's face. Also how round Wyatt's head looks.