The kids are getting more independent, they play together now. They dont exactly need me for entertainment all the time which is nice, so Ive got some time to myself before I haveta do that "mommy-thing" again. (cook/clean/wipebutts/ etc)

Last night i was inspired to do a painting. Its been awhile since if done one or even since Ive had the inspiration. I was singing a lovely rendieion of Elton John's Tiny Dancer with a good friend. The whole day had been epic and fun, one of those days I wish i would have taken pictures because its rare to enjoy another person's company so much. I can recall only a few other days like that. Like when Daven and I skateboarded down the aisles of the theater we worked at after hours, or when Cricket and I spent four hours staring at the waves crashing into the beach before deciding to strip down and go in, but then not going in one our toes touched the water for risk of hypothermia. Or there was the time that Mork and I hung out in the car just talking till the windows steamed up and I drew all over them with my finger making up words.

This was just one of those days and this is the only way I know how to document it.