Big Birthday Saturday

Today he is 32 years old!

Today is Ryan's 32 birthday and oh my did we keep busy.  First, the man worked his regular Saturday shift.  Then we ran off to Cody's soccer game, which, since our regular coach wasn't going to be there, we had volunteered to coach.  And when I say "we," of course what I really mean is "he."  RYAN ran around coaching a bunch of 5 and 6 year olds on the field.  The kiddles did great.  Cody LOVES his soccer.  Loves, loves, loves, loves.  We're only partly through the season, so I've still got time to get pictures, but what may or may not be able to be captured in a photo is his undying excitement and focus about soccer. 

And then, immediately following Cody's game (which he won 13-2), we went out to the Idaho Bird Observatory, where they were catching and tagging hawks.  Hawks, mind you, so my kids got to see them catch hawks and they each got to hold one.

Now I was all excited about this Saturday because I knew we had so many photograph-able activities.  In my preparation for this event, I placed the camera in my purse.  Even though the camera has been malfunctioning, I thought I'd take it out to a store and have them put it on a cd or something.  I was going to take pictures of Cody's game and the bird observatory and all of these things.  THEN, in my pregnant stupor, when it was time to go, I thought to myself, "Hey, I don't need to carry my purse around because I've got Ryan with me.  He'll carry keys and a wallet and what do I need it for??"  So I left it.  I'm an idiot.

LOOK PEOPLE.  HERE'S HOW IT IS.  I have actually received a lot of flack lately from various individuals chiding me for not posting.  I feel bad about it, you know I do, but THEN I realized that posting takes some amount of creativity, and my daily allotment of creativity is spent trying to get my behemoth body dressed every morning.  That's no easy task.  And by the time I get that done, I've got no mental creativity left for writing nice posts.  Please.  And with my camera a little out of commission, all that's left to me is mental creativity for posting.  So there you go.  The choice seems to be between being socially appropriate and being dressed or posting.  So I guess you know what I have chosen and that's why it has become real difficult for me to post.    And that is why I don't have pictures of Cody's two goals today, and why I didn't take any pictures of the Idaho Bird Observatory.
Fortuntately, Ryan's an Eagle Scout.  Always prepared.  So he had his phone and took a few pictures with that.

So here's my offspring.  Holding freaking hawks.

  

And look, I am not going to lie, they did way better at it than I did.  I probably held the thing for a few seconds, but she was staring me in the eye, all mad like, and then she started to squirm and I squeaked and apologized for inconveniencing her and promptly let go.  I usually don't consider myself a wimp, but when a bird of prey is staring you real mad like in the eye, well, you just let 'er go.  At least I did.

So then we raced on home... so that I could make a nice birthday dinner for my sweetheart?  Hah.  Uh, no.  So that I could jet off to my church meeting, leaving the birthday man to feed himself and our children.  Chicken nuggets and french fries.  (And I see the residue of carrots and ranch, so I assume they ate that, as well.)  Seriously everyone, you should feel bad for this man.  He's a saint.  He's been dealing with an overly pregnant, overly emotional, under-ly helpful wife for far too long now.  And he takes it like he takes everything else.  Just steady and easy and he picks up the slack that I am far too pregnant to bend down and pick up anymore.  He gets home, finds me with my feet propped up, dinner made?  Hah.  No.  Children ready for bed or soccer or whatever else we're supposed to take them to?  No.  And he just calmly asks if I'd like more lemonade, and then goes about doing whatever I have not done.  Seriously.  The man is a saint.

So I left him to fend for himself and our kids on his birthday, went to my meeting, and then came home to do a little present opening and partying. 

Happy Birthday, dear man.  We are all so lucky to have you.  Hopefully, today's busyness was a decent way to spend your 32nd birthday.  :)

I'm inspired to post

because Jayna fixed up my blog.  She might not want the credit for doing it because she's horrified at the lack of pink and floral herein exhibited, but as the proprietress of a home that is soon to be dominated by boys 2 to 1, I'm really pretty okay with that. 

However, the problem with being inspired to post is that I don't *actually* have that much to post about.  Or that much of substance to post about.  Or I DO, but my camera is malfunctioning, so I can't get the pictures off it, so I can't SHOW you the stuff, which makes it hard to really want to post about something good, right?

So here's what I've got that doesn't require a picture and isn't TOO in depth.

A.) And this is maybe the most important thing I want to say to you today... if I could have Simply Lemonade delivered to my body through an IV drip all day long, I would.  Simply Lemonade is the best, most refreshing item on this planet as far as I am aware.  It is SO good.  It's tangy without being too tart.  It's sweet without being too sweet.  It's cold and so very refreshing.  I receive an instant mood boost immediately following my consumption of this beverage.  I apologized to Ryan the other day for how much we must have spent on Simply Lemonade throughout the course of this pregnancy.  He brushed it off and said, "No, I just lump it all in with all of the costs associated with pregnancy."  As though Simply Lemonade were just as vital as the doctor's visits or the lab work.  He's probably right. 

B.) Hey, so I'm 35, almost 36 weeks pregnant.  And that's kind of a lot.  One day I was browsing through a children's store when the lovely and helpful 50-something saleslady came bustling over to see how I was doing and discuss the current state of my pregnancy, etc.  Eventually, she wistfully asked if I had the nursery ready.  I was like, "Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllllll, to be honest, he's sleeping in a closet."  She was taken aback, but soon recovered enough to gush, "Oh, yes, a nice big walk in closet, lots of people are doing that now days..."  I didn't have the heart to tell her that nope, it's a closet under the stairs.  Like, think Harry Potter's little space.  What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

C.) Hmmmmm, what else?  I don't know.  Sadly, this much has taken me like 4 days to write.  So maybe I'll just post it.  We're fixin' to have a big day on Saturday, so maybe I can post then.  :)

Cheers.