a little of this...a little of that...

Yikes, it has been a WHILE. Betcha thought we were off on another cruise or something. But, no. Just slacking off. I know, usually I'm blogging too much, but this last week...I don't know. I've just been in a blog fog. (That's pretty good, huh!? It seriously just popped into my head. Out of the fog, one could say...) And I have stuff to blog about...things I want to say. I do. But I'm tired. So, this is just one of those picture-y posts, with....a little of this and a little of that...

Not our FIRST artwork on the wall, but the first one of somewhat epic proportions and out in the smack-dab middle of where anyone would see it. So I had to take a picture. You can see Bran working on his masterpiece off to the side. So I took a picture of him, too. I'm sure that will really drive home my disapprovement. Also, (I don't know why I'm admitting this) while this was happening, I was lying on that exact couch with my eyes closed. I was not asleep, as much as I wished to be, and I was fully aware of a busy little body hovering around me, but I really had no idea. Gotta love 2-year olds!

Nuala in a cute dress, after church and before the disassemblement (is that a word) of church cuteness. Granny sent it, and it's quite lovely! It's one of her only dresses that actually doesn't just barely skim her little bum. She has just shot up! And yes, we do now have a couple of more dresses that are nice and long...we'll get to that.

Bran, same day. Just 'cause he's cute, too. There is always a stampede to the kitchen after church. Led by Zachariah, of course, while I stagger in with scriptures and bags, etc., etc... ;)

This really cool car was parked right in front of our house one day. Argentine plates. It was nice. So, naturally, we had to take pictures of it. See how impressed Nuala is?

And since it's just not fair to show the world Nuala in her undies (bombachas, in Spanish. That's a fun one to say...bom-BACHAS! Really, that means "panties," not "undies," so don't you men out there go around talking about your bombachas....Rob.) and not Bran, here he is. We don't want him to feel left out 10 years or so down the road. Doesn't he look so big?! Also, he looks really large-chested in this picture, like he's a superhero, or he's been working out. But no, he's just naturally buff. Takes after his mama.

Nuala has figured out how to take care of a runny nose. (Thanks again for the cute tissue --I mean DRESS, Granny! :)

Nuala came across their Ewok costumes from Halloween and so they like to wear them now and then. I didn't want her spilling her soup on it, so I spread that nice blue towel across her. Key word: BLUE. She needed a pink one. The only pink "towel" we have is a washcloth, so to appease her need for pink, that went on her head. I was amused. I'm often amused, though, which is one of the blessings of little children! And Bran has really long legs. Heck, these two are BIG. Z and I every day say, "Man! They're HUGE!" Which I guess happens with children. They tend to grow. But still...Huge. They're getting huge.

Bran climbing in his undies and his camo cap. He LOVES that cap. And I love that he loves it. It's just so little boy-ish! And Daddy loves his caps, too, so that probably makes it even more exciting to Bran. Bran did scrape up his chest on this day, climbing in his undies. He had planned on climbing naked, so we're pretty glad (and he probably is, too) that we didn't let him, after seeing the nice, painful scrape he got on his chest. That woulda been even worse located elsewhere.

This boy loves him some owie-pokie swords, too! These foam swords are the best. LOADS fewer complaints from Nuala when she's whacked with one of these versus a stick or a wooden spoon or a piece of PVC pipe.

He put his own shirt on this past Saturday morning. I love it :) Reminds me of the pic my mom has of my little sister, Tara, when she dressed herself and is standing there so proudly with both little legs shoved in one pant leg. (She doesn't do that anymore. At least not often.) Also, he has a bag of cookies. That's not our normal breakfast, but they didn't get hidden well enough and he dug them out. Don't worry! I rescued them and replaced them with fruit. Lots of fruit.

This! This is one of Nuala's new dresses that you don't see her cute little bum hanging out of! Z brought her some when he went up to Miama recently, and it's a size 5T. My 2-year old is wearing 5T. I know, I know, it's obviously too big still, and she could easily wear the 3 or 4, but he got her 5T. Did I mention it's 5T?? It just sounds so big and old :( Even if she's not really wearing 5T, just that fact that she has a dress in that size that she has started wearing makes me sad. But she's dang cute in it!

That's that. The end. Bran was trying to get that message across to me as I kept taking pictures. Unfortunately for him, a mom armed with a digital camera is never finished...never...