Trick or Treating at School

This morning was the Halloween party at school and Kael did OK. We had moments where he froze and didn't want to participate but overall he did much better than last year. Quite honestly, I was surprised he even wore his costume at all. I was really relieved when he wanted to be a firefighter this year because the costume is similar to regular clothes so he wouldn't feel so out of sorts wearing it.

Kael with his friend Lauren. He thought it would be funny to slouch. I have to disagree. But it's still a cute picture.

This is his best friend in class - Bryan. The boys are very cute together and are really good buddies.

A sudden case of the shy's. Or in Kael's case: the stubborn's (he didn't want to take any pictures).

The entire class on the field getting ready for the parade. I was pretty surprised Kael got as far as he did. I was expecting him to be stuck on my leg like white on rice.

The start of the parade. So far so good for Kael. BTW, who thought of this torture for little kids?? A lot of the kids looked lost and didn't seem to have a clue of what was going on.

Uh-oh. He sees me and all of a sudden he becomes a limp noodle. Abort! Abort!

The parade (for Kael) is officially over. He hangs out by me while his class makes the lap and I walk him back to his seat.

Malia in the meantime is happily playing with a ball....

...and getting bugged by Gina.

The class picture which took several threats to Kael to get him to stay put. He kept trying to scurry away.

The kids working on their Halloween craft: a Treat bag.

Hopefully he'll want to wear the helmet that came with his costume tonight, and not the bag.

Kael and Aaron mummifying Rylen.

The aftermath of the Mummy game.

Kael handing out his treats.

Snacktime. Malia eating a cracker and trying to snitch more food off Kael's plate.

Kael trying to get to the garbage without spilling the grapes rolling all over his plate. Another parent and I were watching his slow progress, laughing, until she took pity and took the plate from him.

All the kids were very cute. When it was time for me to leave with Malia, some of the kids asked me to leave her at school so they could play with her. I wonder sometimes if they see her as the class mascot...

Malia, lia, boh, lia... MALIA!

I have that song stuck in my head and I don't even know the title or the real words (me, my, mo mana... according to cousin Lynn). Kael and I have been singing it all day, making up words as we go. Eventually he's going to realize that I can't sing so I'm going to enjoy making up songs while I can.

I thought I'd update you all on Malia since Kael gets the dubious honor of being the star of our blog. An honor he keeps at least until Malia gets older and starts talking real words, not Malia-jibberish. Did I tell you I can't wait for that to happen? When they can BOTH talk? And if they continue on the same track that they are on now, they will both talk at the same time, very loudly as they try to talk over each other. Yes, I can't wait.

So... Malia. Her 18 month well-baby appointment is November 6 so it will be interesting to see how much she's gained. The last appointment I was positive she hefted up some -- but turned out she was only 16 lbs (16 months). I'm trying to convince Truong to come with me so he can witness his little "angel" at the doctor's office. It's no longer possible to get an accurate length check and I don't think they will get a head measurement. She's still wearing 6-12 months clothes and while the waist is still loose, the length is getting short. Luckily short pants on girls are called capris so I don't have to worry about the Erkel effect.

A couple times a week we go visit Mon at the donut shop after we drop Kael off at school. Mon and I spend about 30-45 minutes chatting while Malia roams about the shop, double fisting donuts, making an absolute mess of herself and the shop.

Here she is picking out her donuts. Mon lets her go around back and grab what she wants. I quickly put a stop to that when she would take one bite, give it to Mon then pick out another.

"What...? Is there something on my face?"

On the swimming front, she's doing really good. She jumps in herself and does everything Sara asks her to do. Sara really has to be on her toes as Malia will fearlessly dive in without any prompting.

Malia diving in for her laps.

She hasn't figured out how to kick her legs yet so Sara has to help propel her towards the tower.

Our little Mermaid.

Costco has their Christmas toys out (already) so it's a lot harder now getting through the store. Between Kael needing to get a book to read and Malia wanting the food samples, it's a trip and a half. We have to avoid one aisle in particular...

Malia absolutely LOVES this Jeep. She will not get out and we have to pry her out kicking and screaming. I've since learned to motor around this aisle but sometimes they move the Jeep around so I have to really keep my eyes peeled.

Tomorrow is Halloween so I'll post our pumpkin pictures along with the kids in their Halloween finery. Malia's tutu is still a recognizable tutu so I'm debating on whether or not to dress her up for Kael's school parade. I feel like that tutu has only 9 lives and I've used most of them trying to get her used to wearing it in the weeks prior. It would be just my dumb luck to have the thing shed all its layers just hours before we go trick or treating.

Great. Did I just jinx myself or what?!

Worm Post, Part II

I should be happy that people are reading my blog. And I am. I really am.

But come on, people!! I'm not a bad mom because I played a role in facilitating the quick demise of Kael's silk worms. Do you not understand that we're talking about thousands of eggs?!! And if they hatched then I would have had thousands of silk worms crawling in my house?!! Ugh -- just thinking about it is making my skin crawl. The entire time we fostered those worms I did not touch them once. I physically could not do it. If Truong was out of town, then the worm box remained full of worm poop because not even with a full bio-hazard suit would I have been able to touch them. I do remember one time I had to clean it and had to instruct Kael to do all the manual labor. From 2 feet away.

I should have gotten an idea of how he felt about them after one fatality. (Getting "hate mail" from the last post does wonders for jogging my memory.) Anyway, I remember one night Kael was goofing with his magnifying glass to get a close-up look of one of the worms when he accidentally squashed it: the magnifying glass fell on the worm and caused severe internal injuries resulting in juices being squirted out. I don't remember the exact words said, but it was something to the effect of "Oh no! You hurt the worm! I think you killed it/it's going to die... but it's OK. It was an accident."

I remember the look on his face. It was one of absolute horror and shock. So Truong and I immediately back-pedaled and told Kael that we were mistaken and the worm actually looks OK. But maybe we should put him back in the box so he can rest and get better. Kael immediately said: "Yeah, he's [the worm] OK. I didn't hurt it. He'll be OK. Let's just let him rest." And he kept repeating it: "I didn't hurt him... he'll be OK."

Of course, the next morning, the worm is curled up in a tight little ball, as dead as dead can be. Truong threw it away and we swore the death to secrecy, never to be spoken of in front of Kael. When Kael asked about the worm, we just pointed out a healthy one and said "Look, there he is! He's all better now!"

Did I feel guilty about lying to my child? Sure.
Do I regret it? No way!

(It has crossed my mind that perhaps Truong and I should start prepping ourselves for the S-E-X talk since we've been so ill-prepared for all the important talks thus far.)


P.S. Yes, I've been getting "hate mail" letting me know that it was I who killed my son's silk worms by tossing them in the trash. Apparently these persons did not like that I glossed over the real reason why the worms were no longer on this Earth and wanted a public confession.

Even my own flesh and blood family is demanding that I get Kael more worms.

I can't believe I've written how many blog entries and I get the most response over the dead silk worms?!

The Sound of Death Understood

Have you ever wondered what Understanding Death sounds like? I heard it last night so allow me to describe it.

It’s the sound of your child trying to be brave when he’s really sad and then not being able to contain his feelings and little sobbing sighs and hiccups leak out as he hugs you super tight with his face pressed against your neck. It's the sound of sadness in his little voice as he tells you the thing that made him so happy is gone forever.

It was awful. Really really awful.

Kael is Student of the Week so we made an All About Me board to share with his class. We selected pictures and pasted them with little captions describing what they mean to Kael. I have Kael’s board broken down into three sections: My Family & Friends, Places I’ve Visited, and My Favorite Things. Under Favorite Things I pasted on one of my favorite pictures of Kael:



I love this picture! His mile-wide smile, the look of joy on his face and all the creepy crawlies in his hand – it’s one of those “a picture is worth a thousand words” pictures. Plus he talked about those worms forever. So of course I had to put it on his board.

Last night Truong was helping Kael put the finishing touches on his board and I guess Kael got really sad when he saw this picture. When I came downstairs, Truong told Kael to tell me what he said. Kael looked at me and said: “Mom, I really miss them” in a soft, tiny voice, with his chin tucked into his chest. I wasn't sure if I heard correctly so I asked him to repeat it.

Kael: “Mom, they’re all gone.”
His voice starts to quiver a little and he refused to look at me in the eyes.

Me: “It’s OK honey. We can get some more.”
Truong and I share a look, not really sure of what we should do because clearly Kael is upset but trying to be brave.

Kael: “I really miss them, Mom!”
And he climbs into my lap and presses his face against my neck. This is when I realize that he’s really upset and he starts to cry softly.

Me: “It’s OK, baby. It’s OK to be sad. That’s what silk moths do: they grow into worms, make cocoons, turn into moths, lay eggs and then die. But we can get more.”
As I say this I wonder/worry if he will interpret this into human terms by equating this to people having a baby and then dying. I mentally grimace and cross my fingers that that won’t be the case.

Kael: “No, Mom. My silk worms… They're not ever coming back... They’re gone… FOREVER.”
And he cries harder.

Oh geez. I don’t know what to say at this point, so I just hug him and tell him it’s OK to be sad. All the while I’m (1) cursing Shana for ever giving him those damn silk worms; (2) thinking I’m going to have to ask her for more worms as it looks like we’re going to have to foster another 300 of these suckers; and (3) thinking to myself: this is the reason why I don’t want to have a dog. If he’s this emotional over a bunch of worms that in fact died and not went home as I (falsely) told him, he’s going to completely fall apart when he loses a dog.

After that conversation where Ryan told Kael that his worms died, Kael hardly ever talked about his worms. I wondered why because he used to talk about them all the time and I wondered if he got that they died. I guess he did understand but didn't want to talk about it. What a tough lesson to learn.

Disneyland IS the Happiest Place on Earth!

But only early in the mornings.

Today we decided to brave the Gates of Disneyland. It opened at 8:00am and we were determined to get there early with the hopes of beating the crowds. We left the house at 8:10am and hit the pavement of Main Street at 8:42am. Not bad at all! I was quite impressed with the Mai's for hustling our butts this morning. We weren't alone by any means but we definitely cruised up the lines at a fast pace. It was freaking fantastic, compared to our last two failed attempts at visiting the Magic Kingdom. We still haven't been able to do the Nemo ride though -- it was already an hour+ wait and barely 9:00am. I hope by Spring 2008 the newness will wear off and we'll get to see what all the hoopla is about.

We did the Buzz ride first and from there we rode 7 additional rides by 11:00am. Pretty cool if I do say so myself!
1- Buzz LightYear (aka Astro Blasters)
2- The Orbitor - I'm never going on this one again
3- Dumbo
4- Tea Cups
5- The Carousel - Malia had to be pried off, kicking and screaming when the ride ended
6- The Haunted Mansion - we had to wrestle Kael in to see this one
7- Jungle Cruise
8- Tiki Room - Malia was dancing in the aisle, it was really cute

It was only 11:00am and we could have gone on more rides (MORE!! I was on a "short line" high) but Kael said he was hungry and Truong had a tee time at 1:20pm. So we ate lunch at the Rainforest Cafe (just beat the crowd, thank goodness) where the kids scarfed their food. Truong and I were amazed. We couldn't believe these were our children. Who are these kids and why are they eating our food?!

All in all it was a great Sunday.


Despite Kael's look of fear, he really enjoys this ride.



Malia waving to me on the Orbitor. I hate this ride. I'm never going on it again. Just thinking about it makes me want to heave.



Spinning on the Tea Cups. Riding this wasn't one of my better ideas, especially so soon after the Orbitor. Malia looks like she agrees with me.



She loves this ride now. She won't even let you hold her on the horse. She'll fling your hands off so she can ride solo. I know what she's going to want when she turns 5...



The Mai's. Minus Mom. I'm like Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster: people talk about me but you never see me in pictures.



Malia on the ride home, giddy on cotton candy (that's what all that crud is on her face).



Kael is going through this phase where he likes to make funny faces whenever I try to take his picture. I haven't decided if it's cute or irritating. Right now it's 70-30, favoring cute but quickly sliding to irritating.

Kael, let's hook up!

It's funny how kids do the most innocent things but adults somehow always manage to twist it into something else. Something... dirty.

Take Kael and Ryan for example. These two boys play and hang out so much that they are like brothers (I call them Ebony and Ivory). And like true brothers, they have a love-hate relationship. At the playground whoever gets to the steps first will either (1) sit there or (2) go really really slow just to prove he's the Supreme Ruler of the Steps. No one can get past.

One time Ryan got to the steps first and just laid there, his bottom half still hanging down on the steps while his top half was resting on the platform. He did this because Kael was behind him and wanted up the steps. Getting frustrated, Kael used his hips to push Ryan up the steps. And Ryan pushed back, also with his hips. So there they were: the two boys locked in a battle, using their hips in an attempt to... err, thrust... the other off.

The boys, they were getting mad and yelling at each other, see-sawing back and forth. Shana and I, we were laughing because it was really funny. In a dirty kind of way. Then Shana says to me, why is my boy always on the bottom?? Which reminded me of another incident when the boys were battling it out. Kael tackled Ryan and was on top of Ryan. Flat on top, wouldn't let Ryan up. Ryan was getting really mad and was trying to push Kael off, but he couldn't get his arms in the right position to push off. Instead, he used his (you guessed it) hips to try and dislodge Kael. What resulted was (this is really hard to describe) Kael's hips would bounce up whenever Ryan bounced his hips to get Kael off him. This up and down motion happened several times while Shana and I looked on with our our mouths open, realizing that it was totally innocent but at the same time, looked so compromising. And then trying not to bust a gut laughing because if we did, that would just encourage the boys even more.

Last Friday Shana and I happened to run into each other at Target after school. The boys were running around playing Pirates with their foam hooks, hooking things and pulling them down. At one point Ryan says to Kael: "Hey Kael! Let's hook up!" Totally TOTALLY innocent, but being dirty old women, Shana and I shared a looked and started laughing.

What can I say? Kael's a lover, not a fighter.

Treats in the Street: The Recap

So we went. I can't say that we conquered... but we went. All in all it should have been a great time: the weather wasn't too hot (last year we practically melted), the air was not smoky (considering almost all of Southern California is on fire), and it wasn't as crowded as it was in the past years.

Kael doesn't like interacting in crowds. He's good at Disneyland because we're just getting on rides. But if you asked him to interact with crew members, he would become mute, deaf and blind. Anyway, back to TorT... he wanted candy but not enough to say "trick or treat." The first few times he mumbled it and then he finally said he didn't want any candy at all, just to avoid saying it to complete strangers, with hoards of people waiting for their turn. Malia was a growth on Dad -- she did not want down at all. Totally understandable as this is her first real Halloween. Given some of the costumes out there and how small she is, I'd want to hitch a ride on someone too.

We came in with the Harris's and ran into the Bickmeier's. We tried to meet up with the De Mattia's but never crossed paths. I think the Kendall's were there too but I totally forgot to call them once we got in the Circle because I was trying to get Kael to relax and enjoy the evening.


Malia and Dad. I can't believe she actually wore the ears. She was not happy at having her nap cut short and was quite upset as we got ready to go. I bribed her with a bag of Pirate's Booty but even that wasn't enough to let me draw on her face. I had to sneak in a whisker one at a time, which explains why they are sort of crooked.



Kael and Westin. aka The Fireman and the Peacock. Westin looked SO CUTE in his costume. But nothing prepares you for the next picture...



The Mai's and the Harris's. This picture is really to let you see Westin and Rylan dressed as peacocks. Individually they were both very cute. Together, though, they were street stopping. It was awesome! I told Char she should of told us both kids were peacocks -- I would have dressed up my kids too and we could have been a flock! A herd? A gaggle?



Getting in line for a treat. The lines amaze me every year. It literally wraps around itself in a circle. These kids would wait and wait and wait... for a single piece of candy. The businesses really have to ration out the candy to make sure they have enough so in the beginning the kids get a gum drop, a jolly rancher, a sweet tart. Towards the end is when they start giving out hand fulls.



The boys: Westin (peacock), Kael (fireman) and Josh (Optimus Prime, minus the mask). Look at those genuine smiles.



Group shot: Malia, Rylan, Westin, Kael, Josh and Kaitlyn.
Malia once again is trying to take off. Have you noticed almost all of her pictures since she started walking are of her trying to go somewhere?



Kael and Westin in front of the old fire truck they call Alfie. I don't know why it's called Alfie. It just is.



Whenever I see this picture I have to laugh. I have 4 shots of Westin either pecking himself with his beak or trying to get the beak off his face. Whatever he's doing, it was really funny.



Cute shot of Malia and her most favorite person in the world. Not to be mistaken for the person who nurses her 3-5 times a day, who wakes up with her in the middle of the night whenever she needs me, who feeds her every meal, who changes 95% of her diapers every day, and who rescues her from her brother. No, not that person. This is her favorite person.



This is Malia saying "shhh!" to the MC at the costume parade.

Halloween is next week so we've got a week to work out the Trick or Treating kinks. I'm passing out glow bracelets at home so I guess it's really Truong's problem. hee hee!

Gearing up for Treats in the Street

Every year Old Towne Orange has a really cool event for kids called Treats in the Street where they close the Circle of Orange to traffic and set up booths for vendors, food and music for kids to go trick or treating. All the businesses hand out candy and there's a school band, the fire truck, hay rides -- all the fun stuff for kids to do. And it's always packed. There's a line of kids that form a complete circle, hitting all the businesses for candy. It's crowded and noisy -- and really fun. You see kids wearing really cute costumes but it's the adults who dress up that really are something else. Last year was the year of Stars Wars so we saw a lot of Storm Troopers and Darth Vaders. There was the Superman Family. Cousin It. You pretty much see a little bit of everything.

The kids are still napping (it's almost 4:00pm) so I'm going to have to wake them up if we're going to make it. This poses a huge problem: Kael is an absolute beast when he doesn't self-wake from a nap. TorT is from 4:00pm to 5:30pm and if he wakes up at 4:30pm, get dressed, get in the car, find parking... it'd be a miracle if we made it in time. BUT if I wake him up, I run into the issue of him being so foul tempered that he will refuse to wear his fireman costume. Same goes for Malia and her tutu. On a good day I may be able to convince her to wear it for a little while. Get her in a bad mood and she's liable to rip the thing off and run around in just her leggings.

It's 88 degrees out right now, a little smoky from all the fires. Not the best of conditions, especially since Kael's costume is a heavy cotton (turnout pants and coat). Poor kid - I hope he doesn't roast in there.

From the mouth of Kael

You know how when you see someone all the time you don't really see them change? Whenever people see Kael they always comment on how he looks and acts like a boy now, instead of a little boy or a toddler. Sure, he's four, but in the grand scheme of life, four is really just one year more than three, and at three he was still fully embracing toddlerhood. How much difference can one year really make?

Well, let me tell you: A lot.

Some of the stuff he says crack me up. They are so funny and insightful, and reminds me of how wonderfully simple life is to a 4 year old. Like when he wondered what it would be like to sleep on clouds because that cloud right there looks really soft and fluffy. Or when he asked if ghosts knew they were scary, if they meant to scare people, and that maybe if they stopped saying "boo" all the time, more people would play with them.

And then there's the stuff he says that comes back to bite me on the a$$. Like when I asked him to please hurry up and put on his shoes, what's taking him so long?? And he responded with a "Mom, you have to learn to be patient." Or when I don't allow him to do something and he tells me "Mom, you're not using your listening ears. You better start listening or you're going to get in trouble. I said I wanted xyz."

We've been late to school the past 2 weeks. I'm convinced we live in a black-hole of time that prevents us, making it impossible even, to leave the house before or by 8:00am. I find myself pulling out of the garage between 8:06am and 8:08am -- that's way too late. I'll never make it to music time (8:15am) . Heck, I'll be happy to get there before Kael's class is settled into storytime. Of course the year that we move him to Fairmont is the year that the city started construction on building an overpass over the railroad tracks. It's quite an involved project that's supposed to be completed May of 2008. That's what the sign board reads. In reality we all know it'll be late summer/early fall before they are done. And all the construction is at the ONE intersection that I need to cross. My other alternative is to drive completely around and behind where I need to go and loop back around to get to school the back way. This is what I'm doing. However, this requires that I stay on the highway to hell (91) a bit longer.

When you couple the road woes I face with trying to get Kael to eat breakfast in 20 minutes -- it's a losing battle. I don't think he's EVER finished a meal in 20 minutes. Not even in 40 minutes. I used to be able to get him to pick up the pace a bit by telling him that if he doesn't eat faster, we're going to be late to school. I tried that tactic yesterday. And this is what he said (in a very world-weary tone of voice that I would expect from him when he's in his teens, not when he's 4): "Mom (a huge sigh), we're always late to school." (Add the eye roll and head shake.) And he turned around to continue eating his Kix, one ball at a time.

It was that moment that he truly turned four to me.

No evacuations... yet.

Thanks for everyone's phone calls and emails. We're still here and hopefully will still be here tomorrow. In case you haven't heard or read, there are some really big fires down here. Malibu and San Diego are the two largest fires but it's the one in our backyard (the Santiago fire) that's worrying me because while it's moving away from us, it's really just behind the hills behind our house. Fortunately for us (not so fortunate for those folks who live in the Lake Forest/Portola area) the winds are blowing south-southeast. As long as they continue to blow in that direction, we will be OK. The fire has burned about 8,800 acres as of this morning and it's about 30% contained. It's pretty unnerving to hear all the fire helicopters fly right over my house.

From what I read we sent some fire trucks and equipment up to Malibu to help with their fire and now the Fire Authority is working on getting those people back home to fight this fire. Right now we're experiencing peak winds of 77 mph, 89 degree weather, and a 7% humidity level. And it's supposed to be hotter tomorrow (90 degrees).

Isn't it almost Halloween? What ever happened to autumn weather?!

Apple Picking with the Bickmeiers

Today we braved the gale force winds to head back to Oak Glen and go apple picking with the Bickmeiers. Truong wasn't as thrilled as he would have been if he'd gone, say golfing, but he was a trooper and took one for the team. Malia was a little pistol this morning and refused to sit in the car seat. Since we couldn't go anywhere otherwise, we sort of wedged her in and strapped her down before she wiggled her way out. Needless to say she wasn't a happy camper. Couple this with her falling asleep in the car about 15 minutes on the road, it made for a really off morning for her. She almost never sleeps in the car so she must have really needed it.

We went to a different ranch this time as our "usual" ranch was closed. Turns out later, they were just late and opened at 10:30am instead of 9:00am as posted on their website. It caused a moment of concern as we promised the boys they could apple pick apples from an actual tree. We ventured a little further down the road and came across a smaller ranch but at least they were open. We picked a small bag of apples (one each for each boy) and wandered around the ranch a bit. The actual apple picking took about 15 minutes tops and since we paid $5 for parking, we were going to stay and fully take advantage of the $5 parking.

I asked if there were other things the boys could do and was told that they could make their own cider. This sounded promising so we decided to try it out. But there were some tour groups ahead of us so we would have to wait about an hour before we could hop on. To kill some time (interesting choice of words) we decided to let the boys try their hand at archery. Yes, ARCHERY. As in a bow and a sharp, pointy arrow. At $1 for four arrows (we did this twice) we quickly saw how much money could be wasted here and moved on to the next activity. Luckily there wasn't anyone at the Knife Throwing booth so we wandered down to the cider press. After fielding a bunch of questions from Kael and Josh, Bromey (the very nice cider press guy) let the boys hop on early, ahead of the tour group. It was very cool. Luckily, I had $26 when I went to purchase the tickets because it cost $26 for both boys to press their own cider (2 gallons total). That's $13 a gallon. I can tell you that I will be enjoying every last drop of it.


First we had to fill up (2) 5-gallon buckets with apples. It takes 1 bucket to make 1 gallon.





















Next you have to wash the apples.

























Here are the boys washing the apples. They must have gotten their water from the Arctic North because it was effing cold!

Josh is trying to warm his hands while Kael helps by using his one finger.






When the apples are "clean" (they were washed really really fast because we were afraid of frost bite kicking in) they are tossed in the grinder. There's a large cheese cloth lined bucket at the bottom to catch the apple pieces.





When all the apples were ground up, Bromey put the lib on the cheese cloth covered apple pieces and locked the press in place.












The nectar of our labor.

























The Dads get to work pressing the cider.




























Pouring it in our 2 $13 per gallon containers.

And that, folks, is how you make cider!














I'm glad we went - we had a great time. The kids really liked it because it was so hands-on and Kael really gets a kick out of drinking something he made. With Josh being so anti-fruit, I asked Dennis if they had concerns of Josh now not drinking any apple juice at all when he realizes it's made from actual apples. I just got a dirty look so I guess they hadn't thought about that.



Kaitlyn enjoying an apple.




























Malia gnawed on hers for a couple of hours.

























Kael and Josh apple picking.

(No trees, animals, parents or small children were harmed in the taking of this picture.)










The girls are ready to rock and roll on to the next activity.








Truong: "Be one with the bullseye. Feel the arrow move through the air..."





















Erin is very brave to step in front of the boys for this picture.























I put my finger where?!

























What the boys really thought of today.