Sitting at the breakfast table watching my two oldest monsters getting ready for school my three year old, Cooper, will often climb into my lap and lay his head against my chest to observe the hustle and bustle.
This morning he leaned back, looked at me and said “You got nice boobies Mommy.”
To which I replied “Well thank you.”
“I don’t have boobies.” he said with a smile, “I like boobies.”
I am not sure if I should be concerned or grateful. 
Is it today?
The kids brought home their tiny pine trees yesterday and we planted them in our ever growing pine forest in the backyard .
My Aunt Mary a.k.a. finfam2 got the kids each shirts as a treat to celebrate the day.
Those of you that know her, know she is on a mission to save the world.
So I thought to honor the day I would get a picture of the kids in their new shirts.
Me-Charlie come on! Make a nice face!
Charlie-Eww! She’s touching me!
Me-Stop that! Let your sister touch you!
Is-I’m being nice… see. I’m not doing anything!
Cooper-Hey aren’t I supposed to be in there?
Now I remember why I don’t take posed pictures!
When Aunt Mary gave them the shirts Isabelle thought it was SO funny that her’s says- Can I Recycle My Brother?
She was giggling until she saw his.
It says- Save The Earth Recycle My Sister.
Then she was mildly offended. 
Now it is back to my dungeon studio I go.
Ben has agreed to take pictures!
Hope your weekend is shaping up great!
Over heard while the monsters where playing in their room.
Charlie: “Cooper get on that bed and stay there!”
Cooper: “NO!”
Charlie: “Now! I’m counting to four! One…two…three… Good! Now stay there!”
Cooper looking down safely from his perch high above on the bunk bed: “Or WHAT?”
Charlie: “Or I’ll count to five!”
Cooper: “oh” whispered with some gravity as if this was the worst punishment in the world…
I love kids.
We were sitting in the car in a parking lot waiting for my sister. We wait for my sister a lot.
When I spotted a man and two women crossing the street followed by a couple of boys on bicycles, a girl on a scooter, a girl on a tricycle and a teen pushing a stroller.
Me- “That looks like a nice family.”
Ben-” Two families… unless he’s a polygamist.”
Charlie-”What’s a Polygamist.”
Ben-”Let’s not go there.”
Me-” A polygamist is when a man has more then one wife and they live together as a family.”
Ben- “It isn’t legal.
Charlie-”Can a lady have more then one husband?”
Me- “Yes,but that isn’t legal either.”
Ben- “There are some countries where Polygamy is legal but most societies frown on a woman having more then one husband. You know why?”
Me-” Why?”
Ben-”Because you don’t always know who the father is but you always know who the mother is with polygamy.”
Me-” Hmmm.”
Charlie-” Mom! The Hit the Road Jack guy was a polygamist!”
Me-”Ray Charles? NO! He wasn’t a polygamist, he had a mistress.”
Charlie- “What’s a mistress?”
Me-”Ummm… (snort, snicker, none stop laughter)”
Ben-” I told you! We shouldn’t have gone there!”
Meanwhile my sister is approaching the cars. My daughter, who has been patiently and quietly waiting for her, jumps out of our car and running towards her yells
“Aunt D! We saw a POLYGAMIST.”
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DON’T forget to check out my pics from the two previous posts you guys! If you haven’t seen them.
I know I’m shameless…
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One more thing about Detroit I forgot. I can’t believe I forgot this I was SO upset about it.
There was a half of a birthday cake left. I helped with the clean up and set it on the counter and thought YEA! Birthday cake for breakfast!
I mean come on, don’t tell me you guys don’t do it… How often do you get birthday cake for breakfast? Once maybe twice a year?
I was seriously looking forward to it. So the next morning I came upstairs looking forward to getting a piece all of that sugary goodness…
She THREW IT AWAY! There she was with the trash bag in hand, the half of a perfectly WONDERFUL birthday cake shoved in it! To make matters worse she was licking cake crumbs from her lips!!!
I think In a few more days I may have recovered. I will have to put my dreams of a birthday cake breakfast on hold until at least November now.
Sisters, they can be so cruel.
Apparently if you go to a zoo you are supposed to post zoo pictures.
I have to tell you though that I am not fond of taking pictures of animals in the zoo.
For me it’s like going to a turkey farm and shooting a turkey… Where’s the challenge?
I did take some though, Of course! I can’t not take pictures and I do LOVE the zoo.
Where else can you wander around aimlessly looking at things and no one thinks your a nut.
Yup, zoos are right up my alley.
First though, my nephew got a camera for his birthday.
He is three.
Every time I would take his picture he would want to take mine… I had to start being covert about it.
Every picture he took of me is a cleavage shot. 
It was NOT intentional.
Okay on to the zoo.
My entourage.
Getting five kids to look at the camera is impossible.
Prairie dogs… Personal space? Never heard of it.
Poison dart frog
^I like this.^
Croquet anyone?
Who gets that one?
This guy was checking Cooper out.
The Arctic exhibit in Detroit is really very nice.
Bear Butt… Oh yeah, I’m funny.
Isn’t nature beautiful?
There were two guys primping and preening…
This guy did nothing and she chose him.
I had to take this picture… every once in a while this guy would play with himself.
Typical male.
This guy was eyeballing me.
Of course it could have been paranoia setting in after walking around in the heat all day.
Nah… he was eyeballing me.
You know, I really don’t like the penguin house in Detroit.
In Grand Rapids there is a zoo called the John Ball Zoo.
The penguin exhibit is really cool.
There is a plexi glass wall about five feet tall and then its all open. The penguins swim right up to you.
Very cool.
My favorite picture of the day.
There ZOO pictures!
Are you all happy NOW???
Ang
A successful few hours at the beach.
Take…
A DOG,
ONE,
TWO,
THREE CRAZY CHILDREN,
Get off my bucket!
Where was I… three crazy children…
A DOG, sand chair, Profitable Glass and Games magazines’,
beach hat, owned and worn since high school, a must!
sunglasses, a bucket and a frisbee.
These are the ingredients for a great few hours.
FIRST try to exhaust the dog…
Isabelle had Cooper and George running after the frisbee.
Works for me.
Come on throw it again…
Good air catch
Occasionally throw it in the water so you can see this.
Shall we see that a little closer?
Ick…
Keep throwing frisbee until it looks like this…
Second, watch the kids build dams and moats that are doomed from the start…
But still they carry bucket after bucket of water…
He was huffing and puffing the whole way…
They told him to keep em coming…
Finally he was done.
Hey me… what about me… more pictures of me… remember ME!
Trying to take picture of beach hat to show everyone, since it is one of my favorite things.
I CREATED A MONSTER!
A true camera hound…
Cooper did this to himself.
A LITTLE HELP HERE!
Yes… he loves his bucket.
It is going to be a GREAT summer.
Hope you all are having even HALF as much fun as I am…
ANG
This is Max. He’s our six year old Jack Russell Terror.
I know your thinking why is she showing us her dog? What’s the point… yeah we’ve seen a dog.
Here’s why. We got Max because I wanted a dog that was mine. I knew that if we waited until the kids got older any dog we had would always be theirs. Of course Mom would feed it and walk it… well you all know how that goes. So we got Max.
And yes he is mine in every sense of the word. Except when I pretend he’s Ben’s because he’s done something naughty or it’s two in the morning and he needs out or when he runs into the neighbors yard.
Alright so the dog is mine, that doesn’t mean he listens to me.
So Max isn’t so bad. He keeps me company and he herds the kids back to bed when their out after bed time. He barks so I know someone is here, and he lets me rub his ears when I need to.
But Max is a tie me down…
When I want to go I have to consider Max. Can he come? Will he be alright at home? Who will feed him? Walk him? Yup a definite tie me down. Then I started thinking about the other tie me downs we have.
There’s a hamster, three turtles, four fish, and a three monsters. Wow that’s a lot of tie me downs.
I think I need to talk to Ben about some tie me ups…
How many tie me downs do you have in your lives?
This is what happens when I’m cleaning and not paying enough attention to the little monster. I thought the marker was dry, I set it on the counter and when I turned back around I had a little kitty cat. I’m guessing that is what he was going for since he kept saying meow.
I was going to say this qualifies me for the awful mother of the day award. But you know Isabelle used to cover her whole body in tiger stripes or leopard spots even sometimes before I would catch her. So I guess I get the awful mother for their life time award.
Ang
OH I’m not saying tie me downs are horrible, they just make things a little harder sometimes.
I love mine though… I could ditch the sudo rat though and maybe the fish… hmmm…
Yesterday the kids were home from school. The usual bickering and negotiations took place in regards to television and game playing time. Isabelle wanted Charlie to play Dance Dance Revolution with her.
If you have never seen it, this is my idea of the perfect video game… the kids have mats that they have to dance on copying the steps from the television screen.
Charlie wanted to play his computer game, which he had already been playing for an hour. Sick of listening to the seemingly endless argument I decided to try and come up with a solution.
“Charlie, if Mommy says you have to shut off the computer at two o’clock, will you go play DDR with Isabelle?”
When I paused waiting for Charlie’s answer Isabelle leaned over to me and said in a covert whisper…
“You’re the Mommy.” Like I had forgotten the fact…
“Thank you.” I replied laughing… It’s bad when I’m not even thirty-five and my children are concerned that senility is setting in.
ANG
For Christmas I recieved a new camera… Well today I bought a tripod to go with it. The tripod was folded nicely sitting next to my computer bag and camera. I haven’t really had a chance to play with it much yet and my oldest son was finding it extremly interesting. I kept saying leave it alone. Charlie don’t touch it… finally I decieded I’d better help him look at it. So as I was showng hm how it works.
Me-”See these flip open and you pull this out.”
him-”I know Mom.”
Me-”You know? How do you know?”
him-”I pulled them out.” He says smiling.
Me-”You did when?”
him- ” Five minutes ago when you told me not to…”
He was lucky. I was laughing too hard, I couldn’t lift my hand to smack him. Ang
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I woke up and found this right away this morning.
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