Audrey continues to crack me up with the stuff she comes up with.  She has stories about the fish in our saltwater tank, stories about our caterpillar cocoon Charlie and stories about stuff that she supposidly did with others.  The other day she was telling this intricate tale of Aunt Tina dropping her off at the petting zoo so she could meet Daddy there.  The other night, she found a (dead) ladybug in the house and named it Sally.  After carrying her around for a while, she set Sally outside of the front door so she could go find her mommy and daddy.  Bridget started crying for the ladybug and Audrey said "That was my ladybug, Bridget.  You will have to find your own.  Sally liked me.  Sally didn't like your hair, Bridget."  Poor Bridget!

Last night, my other little drama queen, Bridget, wanted a toy that Audrey had, so she smacked her on the head.  Audrey starting bawling and screaming "There is a mean woman in the house!  Someone call the police!"  Later, Amos got a little too rough while they were wrestling and she started crying and screaming "Help!  There is a wild animal in the house!" 

Here are a few pictures from playing outside.  While Audrey and I were trying to get her kite to fly...

Bridget was sitting in a sandbox full of water.  If you look closely, you can see the sand around her mouth - she likes to eat it.  It makes for interesting diapers.

Here is my pretty purple butterly:

Roscoe was known for getting onto tables, and on Sunday, I looked out to see this:

Must be a hound dog thing!