My Birthday

Is it sad that spending 3 hours alone with my husband has become so rare and precious that I blog about it now? Probably! But that is life once you have a mini-dictator, it becomes hard to escape the regime. ;) If you are reading this (you aren't, I don't even think my own husband reads my blog) and you don't have small kids, please go out and do something fun tonight and stay out late and savor it! Not that dancing around like an idiot to children's songs trying to make your ball of chub laugh isn't an awesome way to spend your weekend nights! I just wish I would have enjoyed myself a little more when I had the opportunity... Food for thought.

Anyway, Sunday is my birthday (you still have time to get my presents ready!) and Cooper has been sick all week with bronchiolitis. He has a nasty cough, a boogery nose, and has been WHEEZING non stop. It is official, hearing Cooper wheeze is the saddest most heart breaking noise there ever could be. We took him to the doctor (of course I did, I take him about every week) and the doctor did her thing and then asked if we had a family history of asthma!! So from now until the day I die I will be worried and stressed about what if Cooper has asthma. Thanks lady. I have been sick too (which I typically wouldn't have cared about) but being sick while you have a sick baby to take care of and wake up every 2-3 hours like a newborn with SUCKS. Side note: Cooper, please go back to sleeping like a good boy once you feel better, please don't make a habit of having mom come pat your tummy every 3 hours. I will give you absolutely anything you want.

One funny thing to come out of this sickness is that Cooper loves B sounds, and laughs his head off when you call him a boogery boy. Also he loves to be squirted in the face by puffs of air from his nasal syringe. He closes his eyes and smiles and then laughs as soon as you're done. He does not however enjoy the actual usage of the nasal syringe. Poor buddy.

Anyway why I'm describing my awful week is that I felt sure I was going to spend my birthday in the same fashion. The sick taking care of the sick. And the one thing I wanted for my birthday was time alone with Josh. Once again, please go do something fun with your sweetheart tonight. But thanks to my wonderful husband and amazing brother and sister in law- I got what I wanted!!!

And so my true pathetic-ness begins as I blog about a regular date night. Ha. We went to dinner at Red Rock Brewing Company. How I love going out to eat without someone who is either crying or giving me a dirty look that says hey lady if I'm not home with my toys in 12 seconds you will suffer my wrath. During dinner I made Josh give me 25 compliments, which actually turned out to be heart felt and lovely with minimal sarcasm. I did tack on an extra compliment for every sarcastic one he made. So I think he ended up giving me 30. I wish everyone thought as highly as me as Josh does! My sweet guy, made me feel like a princess. Then we went to Crate and Barrell to pick out a birthday gift and as an extra treat I made Josh stay right by my side as I looked at everything in the store. It looked like a physical struggle but he managed it. And the only mean comment I got was that I needed another mug like I need a hole in the head. Which is true. I don't even drink out of mugs, I just love them. So I got a yellow and white striped rug for our entry way! Yay! And then Josh surprised me and took me ice skating. We've never been before so I told Josh as we walked in that I had been ice skating all my life and I was really good and could do tricks and stuff. Funny joke, I can't even stand up on ice skates and spent the whole time hugging the wall. I don't think Josh will be taking me again. Maybe his nephew Cole can give me lessons.

So ends our 3 hours together. We went and picked up our wee babe who was wearing puppy pajamas and had a runny nose and was laughing at his Uncle. And that was the best birthday present of all.

So monumentous Josh even consented to a picture. By the way I have only 5 more pounds to lose of baby (and barbecue chips) weight! So take that! Also at a family Christmas party last week my aunt told me I looked like the michellan man while pregnant. Ugh, so true.

My birthday rug! I love you rug!

Coop eating a Christmas present because of course I have to post a picture of Coop! Still bald, in case you were wondering...

Also, if you want to start a babysitter's club, let me know. I am clearly in need of more date nights. I'll call Kristina and Claudia and Stacy and Mary and Dawn and whoever else was in the babysitters club! My favorite was Claudia, because obviously I identified with a Japanese person who was really good at art. ??