Saturday was my birthday. I turned 45. Just kidding, I’m about 25… just making sure you’re awake, y’all. Last year, I spent my birthday crying on the couch as I suffered with illness and had zillions of Braxton Hicks contractions, so I had high hopes that this birthday would be much better! Friday night we went out to a glorious Mexican dinner with friends. My fabulous in-laws babysat Knox for us considering he gets livid if he’s out of the house around bed time. We had a great time with my brother and his fiancee and with our buddies Cole and Lindsey. They brought their little guy, Noah, who kept us all entertained by dancing. He can even “raise the roof”… It was so cute! We have to get Knox and Noah together soon… they are going to be good friends and troublemakers!
When we got back home around 9, I was certain Knox would be asleep. We walked in to the sound of wailing. This was the very first time that someone other than Trevor or I tried to put Knox down for the night, and let’s just say that he was not pleased. He saw me and made it very clear that he was furious with me and wanted to be nursed to sleep. Well. Mama had some margaritas at dinner, so that was not in the cards. He was so angry! He grabbed my shirt, stuffed it in his mouth, cried, ripped it out. Grabbed my fingers, shoved them in his mouth, cried, ripped them out. This went on for a while before he finally crashed. Poor guy.
Saturday, my mother-in-law came back to watch Knox again (I promise, this is no hardship for her… she LOVES to baby sit!) while Trevor and I had a day of running around. All I really wanted to do was shop around for house stuff at all the places I love but can never drag Trevor to (like Hobby Lobby). So, we had lunch and spent a few hours buying things like pictures and lamps. It was so much fun, and now, even Trevor admits that Hobby Lobby is a pretty cool place. He thought it was “a bunch of yarn and stuff.” He thinks every single craft store is nothing but yarn, by the way. I told him there just isn’t that big of a market for yarn.
Once we got home, we loved on Knox and played with him and decided to order dinner in from a great Asian restaurant. Delish.
Knox passed out before we got around to the birthday cake, which was covered in trick candles, ala my husband who cackled with delight every time they re-lit themselves. It’s the simple things in life, guys. Once we cut the cake, I went to get the milk out of the refrigerator. Not there. I looked on the counter, but it wasn’t there either. “Okay, Trevor, where is the milk?” He swore up and down that he hadn’t seen it. After looking everywhere for about five minutes, I found it. I had, apparently, put it back in a new and incorrect spot:
What can I say? I guess I’m losing my mind at the ripe old age of 25.
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