As the title suggests the girls and I are at Bethany and Annalie’s house.

Last night we had hot dogs, barbecued asparagus, German potato salad, and watermelon for dinner. It was very very very yummy. After the kids were in bed brownies were made and blogs were read.

I feel so lazy. This morning I had coffee, made by Bethany and pancakes made by Rapunzel while I checked my email and Twittered away. It was nice and weird all at the same time. I mean, who reads email at the table with their breakfast? You don’t have to answer that. Most of you with laptops probably do it. Sadly my computer is attached to a desk, and while it is also attached to a very large screen (our TV) I do not have a wireless mouse or keyboard. This means no breakfast with my morning computer time.

Who am I kidding? I don’t eat breakfast, I just sit at the computer and read my email, twitter, and check Bloglines and Flickr. I’m lucky if I remember to eat lunch before the girls get home from school.

After breakfast we showered got dressed and went to paint pottery. (I think that may have been the most obvious sentence I have ever written. Of course we got dressed after we showered. I mean can you imagine four mom’s going out in public completely nude with four kids who were dressed. I’m sure we would have made the national news.)

The painting went as it does when you have kids. Five minutes after you’ve sat down someone had to pee. Or they were done and wanted to paint something else. Or they were hungry and thirsty. And could they pretty please paint something else.

For some reason today I was in a giving mood. I’m pretty sure it was taking my pill at about 10pm yesterday and 8am this morning. Two happy pills that close together are bound to have their advantages. So I said yes to painting something else even though each of the girls had each picked out what I consider a “larger” item to start with. Shawn will probably kill me, but he can consider them Mother’s Day gifts. I’m counting on the fact that he doesn’t like to go shopping to win that small battle. After all I picked something smaller and less time consuming to paint just for the fact that I knew what was going to happen.

Though the next time we paint, after Rapunzel’s painting party of course, they are both painting tiles. I want hand prints before they grow any bigger.

Once the grown-ups were done and the kids were sufficiently tired of scratching and doodling we headed over to Panera for lunch. It was funny to have the kids at one table and the adults at another. I guess that’s one advantage to having an almost 11 year old in the group.

The quiet didn’t last long and we high tailed it out of there. The park was the next planned adventure of the day. It should have been perfect, but the kids were hot and tired and crabby. Did I mention that they were hot? No? Well, they were. The slides were hot, the sun was hot, the benches were hot. So instead we sat in the shade and ate brownies.

After the brownies were devoured, thank you Bethany and Ghiradelli, the girls headed back out into the sun. Which meant that about 2.5 seconds later they were hot. As they went running off Bethany told them that in a few minutes we were going to take a group photo and then go home.

In those few minutes I finally got a few good shots. Plus it was just enough time for Rapunzel to get stuck in the smaller tire swing, with a little help from her Mom. I am SO glad I tickled her when I did.

At least between all the crying, and whining about being hot from being in the sun, and hot from sitting on the hot wood, and MOMMY I’M HOT BECAUSE I’M HOT…..I got a good shot.

Today was a whole load of fun.

We started by shopping for jellybeans for the cake we will make tomorrow.

Then we came home had lunch, with more cheetos than sandwich, and a caffine free diet coke, or should I say a double diet coke, as Rapunzel puts it.

Then we made Race Car Bunnies, played in the snow, ate a teeny tiny bit of candy, and had corned beef and cabbage for dinner.

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As my mom and I cleaned up the kitchen, SuperChic drfited into the tv room to sit with Papa. A few minutes later my mom’s cell phone rings, it’s my dad, calling from the tv room. I know it sounds funny, but it’s better than yelling for her. It’s like a personal paging device. Anyways, I wandered a bit there. My dad called to say that SuperChic crawled in his lap and died. Translation, she’s asleep and cruching me, please get teh camera, take a picture, and move her.

So of course we obliged.

Tomorrow I will upload more photos. The only ones we uploaded to my parents computer were ones that thye would want also.

Not to leave you with another non-photo post you can go here to see Day 1 of our “Easter.”

And just for you, here is a photo I found on teh computer, probably scanned in a few weeks ago. A major blast from the past, and you’ll get to see where I get my curliness from.

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