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So, I had minor surgery on Wednesday - went fine, no worries. Yesterday though, go figure, Ana decided not to nap. After "playing people", dressing up, and coloring for hours, my pain was reaching an uncomfortable level and I needed to take one of my painkillers.

Alison + painkillers = not the sharpest tool in the shed.

What to do for the next hour? A flash of brilliance before the wooziness set in.

Chick and I went out to the backyard and painted rocks. Painted. rocks.

Yep, I have reached a new low point in my mothering career. I am also sending up prayers for rain because there is now a markedly-more-ugly-than-the-others part to our backyard.