What?

"I mean Mommy, think about it. If Jesus is in my heart, who is in Jesus' heart?"

You are Blake.

"By the way, Mommy. How heavy do you think God is?"

Ask your daddy Blake, he knows.

My kids are bound and determined to own bunk beds.

"Ring" in the 4th

Right.

Dave and I almost handed ours back to each other after thinking it would be a darling experience to let our kids ride their decorated bikes in the Downtown Bothell 4th of July Parade.

Who hates themselves and their spouse so much that they would put themselves through such a stupid and horrid event? Parker can't ride a bike, let alone steer straight, so Dave brought a long painter's extension pole to help him head in the right direction.

Yes, you read that right. The pole kept slipping off the back of Parker's trike, and Parker kept heading into the gobs of children whose parent's were smart enough to let them just sit on the sidelines and beg for candy...

From Blake. Who was trying to pedal, steer, wave, ride downhill, smile, wave, brake, wave, all while trying to pass out taffy.

I almost killed him.

And then I started laughing.

Dave almost killed me...with a painter's pole.

Remember the time that I cleaned out all of my kids toys, and left them each with next to nothing?

I was so pleased that I took pictures.

And forgot to show you.

How selfish of me.

Like I said, Blake will pick flowers for me at any cost.

Yesterday he told me it would be cheaper, and "more honest" if we just started planting seeds rather than picking other people's flowers.

Play On...

Who knew that the traveling pianos would end up in Everett of all places!

I have no clue what this is.

$10 buck to the person who can tell me exactly what or who it belongs to.

Blake found it in the back yard and laid it on my desk.

He wanted to surprise Dave with it when he got home from work, so I told him to put it in a plastic bag, and to wash his hands 6 times.

Dave never got to see it.

Because we can't find the plastic bag.

Anywhere.

In my very best Parker voice...

"Mommy, I want to eat whad dat boyz eating!"

Parker and I took a field trip to the University Bookstore.

With everything in him, he tried to convince me to buy him both of these books.

We opted for a wind up dino.

Pack it up, move it out

If you only knew how much time Dave takes to fold all of our family's clothing while it is still hot from the dryer. I have been told this keeps the wrinkles out.

Hmmmm...makes sense.

So when we find that Parker spent 2 hours while he was suppose to be napping, unpacking his drawers and laying suitcases on top of them...it kind of makes my way of folding clothes seem a little more practical, no?

Garbage in the Mailbox

Parker convinced my mom that Oscar the Grouch needed a little tender loving care, in the form of a crayon filled page from his coloring book.

Oscar was grouchy enough to take the time to write Parker back.

My kids love snails.

It's just that simple.

It's just that gross.

"Mommy, do you think that my wife would be okay with us having a hot tub at our house in Hawaii someday?"

Yup.

I guess I should find it so darling, and unbelievably sweet, but sometimes, I just find it downright annoying.

Blake will do WHATEVER it takes to pick flowers for me. I try to park in the middle of a parking lot so that he doesn't get distracted by the flowers in a garden bed next to the parking spot. I am constantly spraying dandelions to not have to place them in a vase one. more. time...

Parker and I were outside riding bikes with Blake, when all of a sudden, I look over and Blake has marched his way down to the creek in front of our house.

All in an effort to pick white flowers from the weeds that are sufficating the trees that the city just planted last Spring.

There is no "He Loves Me Not."

This kid LOVES ME!

I have heard this time and time again, but it doesn't really set in until you start listening to your children talk to each other. They are so observant, and mimic everything you say and do. On more than 30 occasions, Dave has asked me if I give my kids lessons in sarcasm on a daily basis.

Actually, yes I do. In between lessons on how to throw a football, and tying the perfect ribbon bow.

I was getting ready yesterday, and walked by my bedroom door to see Parker, standing in his bedroom with a Pottery Barn Kids Star wall hook in his hand. He is looking down at it, and Blake is hovered over him.

"Parker. Listen. If you just go and tell Mommy what happened, it is so much better than if she finds out by herself. If you wait...the Queen Witch will come out."