fuzzy wuzzy

Apparently July is fuzzy picture month.

Parker with his sparkler

{in the darker by his marker and a shirt with a sharker}

that was fun. 

Colette with a purple glow necklace and a marshmallow shirt. 

I should probably introduce the people in the back, since they are the ones in focus.

Nick's mom, Nick, April, Robert, Ashley, Greg {standing} 

Mitchell was SO cute during the fireworks. 

He couldn't even move... he was in such awe at the sky.

Then he fell asleep.

"Best Day Ever"

again, fuzzy.

Ok it's funny story time.

Parker: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Me: "I'm cutting this."

Parker: "Why are you cutting it?"

Me: "So I can sew it."

Parker: "Are you cutting it big or little?"

Me: "Big."

Parker: "Is it one piece or lots of pieces?"

Me: "One."

Parker: "Is it for you or for daddy?"

Me: "It's for me."

Parker: "It's not for Daddy?"

Me: "Nope."

Parker: "I think it's for Daddy."

Me: "Hey Parker do you want me to scream..."

Parker: "Why would you scream?"

Me: {laughing} "Because you are asking me SO many questions!" 

Parker: "I'm asking you questions?"

Me: "YES!"

long pause...

Parker: "And you like it or you don't like it?" 

That's where I gave him a big hug, because he sounds JUST LIKE ME!

The kids new movie quote*:

Parker: "Take some of that mud, put it in your mouth and swallow."

Colette: "I'm not gonna eat mud!"

Parker: "Yeah you are." {pretends to put mud in her face}

Parker: "Hey why'd you take your shoes off?"

Colette: "So I don't break your nose when I kick it... Hiyah!"

*Compliments of the Fantastic Mr. Fox.

Whenever the kids are on the verge of a meltdown, we've found that sometimes we can subside the damage by making a really silly face and then asking, "Parker can I see your happy face?" 

sometimes it works.

And then sometimes when Parker is having a breakdown, oh say, in the middle of the store, Colette will look at me and scream, "Look mom, I'M HAPPY!"

Yeah great kid... remind me to get you a cookie.

And then, when you are at the store with three kids, looking like a lunatic, a lot of people make comments to you. Something along the lines of:

"Love the bus!" 

"Where'd you get your daughters shoes? Do they come in my size?"

"Are they all yours?"

"Wow you got a lot of helpers there!"

"You're brave!"

I always just nod and smile and keep moving 

{mostly because I need the inertia to keep the giant bus shopping cart rolling.}

Last time we were at the store, after every comment, Colette would look at me and ask, 

"Is that my cousin?" 

Heaven's no. 

There were more, but my brain is also a little fuzzy... next time.