Sunday Funday!

We had an awesome Sunday. However, I misplaced my camera. Seriously, WTF? I cannot for the life of my children remember where I left it. So, here are some fantastic google images to portray our day. By the way, if you are ever looking for some nasty porn, just google anything with the word "mom". GROSS! I had to wash my eyes out with bleach so you should REALLY appreciate this post.

We went to church again today. It was nice for Emma, Ava and I but Vinny didn't handle the nursery very well again. He didn't cry when we left him but when Beto went to check on him about 15 minutes later, he was crying really hard. So, Beto took him out and thus began our second stay in the "comfort room", which I've decided is code for freak gathering. No, I'm not here for a playdate. I don't want to talk to you about breastfeeding. I just want to listen. It got so annoying that Beto decided to take Vinny out to the car to wait. I got to sit quietly alone to listen the the rest of the sermon, which was fantastic. The minister talked about Henry David Thoreau, Gandhi and Martin Luther King, JR and Soulforce, an organization that fights for the freedom of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people from religious and political oppression. Yay, we know this is one of my favorite issues. We finished by singing "We Shall Overcome". The girls' lessons in their age-group classes were about tolerance and curiosity. So, I'll admit I am enjoying the church thing. Unfortunately, since Vinny won't do the nursery (we knew it was risky because it is during nap time), he and Beto will be staying home while I take the girls to church. We'll try again in a few months.
After church, we decided to go to Costco. OMG, what a nightmare. Apparently everyone and their 18 kids goes to Costco on Sunday. Thankfully, it was after 12 so we had no problem getting our weekly supplies. Sorry kids, we didn't have enough money for those organic snacks you like :( Maybe next time.
After a nice little nap, I got dressed to take the kids to the park. For some reason, my super controlling husband MADE me change my clothes. WHATEVER!

So, I got into something "more appropriate" and walked the kids down to the park. Notice how perfectly my outfit coordinates with my stroller. I'm hot like that (ps googling "hot mom with stroller" is how I found the above image, as well as many others that were way to nasty to post-barf).

At the park, I ran into one of my neighbors. We chit-chatted while we pushed our kids on the swings. It looked a lot like this:
And it was going well until her two year old had the nerve to touch Ava's scooter. The hippopotamus came out and so I'm sure they will never talk to us again :(

And then the perfect ending:
Sunday Funday.