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Monkey Monday



This is Fuzzy. He is a good little monkey. Except when you squeeze his belly. Then he screams like a girl. On Monday morning, when Mama was in a fog, the children entertained themselves by styling monkey makeovers.





Samurai Fuzzy


Yeti Fuzzy


Mohawk Fuzzy

Mowhawk Side View

Electrified Fuzzy

The Crew

What do your kids do when you can't keep it all together?
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Meg said…
Hi Kate! Monkey is cute! Just glad they did not entertain themselves by continuously making him scream like a girl! Your kids are adorable! My girls love to watch Hannah Montana and play Barbies. They also take a lot of digital pictures of their Barbies in different outfits for a fashion magazine. Kids are very creative.
July 18, 2007 at 10:19 PM
Kathy said…
This is way too cute! Kids are so clever and creative. My kids stage epic battle scenes on the dirt pile out back and launch dirt clods at each other. We're haven't fully domesticated them yet..... but we're trying! LOL Thanks for sharing these photos. Your kids are wonderful!
July 19, 2007 at 5:12 PM
Amy said…
Thanks for the pics...Especially the last one...I LOVE those children! Kiss their cheeks!

:)Amy
July 19, 2007 at 11:36 PM
God's girl said…
They grow so fast! How precious!
My girls act out their favorite movies or coloring and drawing.
Much love!
Ang
July 20, 2007 at 4:24 PM
Janelle said…
I must need more kids because my two just seem to live for the torment they can cause each other. Can I borrow some of yours?

Very cute and funny morning!
July 20, 2007 at 8:08 PM
Mary@notbefore7 said…
That is so cute - great way to pass some time. Also fits with the Monkey Books theme form the bible. Thanks for the Sumballo link - I'll enjoy those posts on my own journey in the bible. Glad I stopped by - answered my Q's about the ages of your kids! I'll be back :)
July 21, 2007 at 9:27 AM
Faith said…
Hilarious! What a fun bunch!
July 24, 2007 at 9:25 PM
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