Just getting home after a long day out. We had the yearly Fireman's Sunday this morning. Only this year we just went to the cemetary for the service and skipped the firestation altogether. The kids enjoy going to the firestation for breakfast but I figured we were going to be on the go all day let's just go home for an hour or two.

Then off to our nephews graduation party. The kids and I were lucky enough to get asked to stay at the house while the others went to the graduation. So we tried to help getting the food ready. Lots of good conversation, tons of food, and nice hot weather.

It's not very often I see a picture of myself that I like. But earlier today Zachary had walked by me and told me how he hates mothers. Nothing new! He then came back by and told me I should be relaxing. He moved my legs into this awful position that was supposed to be relaxing. I then asked if he would feed me grapes. He took off like lightening and came back with a cup full of grapes and handed them to me. I told him he should be feeding them to me--which he then did. He asked if he could take my picture. Sure why not take a picture of the mother you hate! Well he actually took a decent picture.