1. This morning was not the best morning of my life. It started with me getting into the shower just as my two-year-old busted into the baby's room and woke her up while simultaneously having a potty accident. What I thought was going to be a leisurely Friday morning shower turned into taking a shower with a toddler with the soundtrack of a crying newborn in the background.
2. Yesterday was Brian's 30th birthday! To celebrate we (kids included) all went to downtown Minneapolis to see Santa, eat dinner and watch the Holidazzle parade. It was all a lot of fun albeit a bit chaotic but it's where we're at right now. At one point during our dinner at a very adult restaurant I had to laugh. William ate a dinner of crackers. Lucy asked to go potty one thousand times. And the baby pooped up her back. Even when the kids are on their best behavior they're still kids and it's busy. But it's a heck of a lot more memorable than a $150 dinner with just the two of us. Plus we needed William's loud mouth to score us a free beer, cake and ice cream!
3. My husband thinks he's Mark Wahlberg. A relative recently gave us a full size punching bag he no longer wanted. Brian spent an entire Sunday installing it in our garage and asked for boxing gloves for his birthday. He sets his alarm for 5 a.m. and trots out to Gym de Nash and boxes for his morning workout. When he does this I find him both nerdy and attractive all at the same time. If you're in the area and ever wanted to try a boxing workout, let me know! He would love a partner in crime.
4. Because of #2 I was extremely tired today which is why this is being posted late a night.
5. It's also why this post lacks creativity and wit. My apologies.
2. Yesterday was Brian's 30th birthday! To celebrate we (kids included) all went to downtown Minneapolis to see Santa, eat dinner and watch the Holidazzle parade. It was all a lot of fun albeit a bit chaotic but it's where we're at right now. At one point during our dinner at a very adult restaurant I had to laugh. William ate a dinner of crackers. Lucy asked to go potty one thousand times. And the baby pooped up her back. Even when the kids are on their best behavior they're still kids and it's busy. But it's a heck of a lot more memorable than a $150 dinner with just the two of us. Plus we needed William's loud mouth to score us a free beer, cake and ice cream!
3. My husband thinks he's Mark Wahlberg. A relative recently gave us a full size punching bag he no longer wanted. Brian spent an entire Sunday installing it in our garage and asked for boxing gloves for his birthday. He sets his alarm for 5 a.m. and trots out to Gym de Nash and boxes for his morning workout. When he does this I find him both nerdy and attractive all at the same time. If you're in the area and ever wanted to try a boxing workout, let me know! He would love a partner in crime.
4. Because of #2 I was extremely tired today which is why this is being posted late a night.
5. It's also why this post lacks creativity and wit. My apologies.
6. And also why I have no energy to link to recipes for all the cookie recipes I made last weekend. But here's the list anyway: Monster Cookies, Caramel Cashews, Chocolate Chunk Walnut and Banana Cookies, Praline Cookies, Nutmeg Logs, Sugar Cookie Cut-Outs, Santa's Snicker Surprise Cookies and Chocolate Espresso Snowcaps. I was a baking machine. Thanks to Brian for multiple trips to the store to pick butter, nuts, snickers and more butter.
7. A huge congrats to my sister and her husband who gave birth to their second child, a daughter, today. At just an ounce shy of 10 pounds I'm pretty sure my sister is some kind of Superwoman for pushing that baby out without a single drop of pain relief! I used to feel proud of myself for doing it with an 8 pound, 11 ounce baby but I got nothing on her.
7. A huge congrats to my sister and her husband who gave birth to their second child, a daughter, today. At just an ounce shy of 10 pounds I'm pretty sure my sister is some kind of Superwoman for pushing that baby out without a single drop of pain relief! I used to feel proud of myself for doing it with an 8 pound, 11 ounce baby but I got nothing on her.
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