Hail celebrated his second birthday.
Super cute home-made cake props of our dear friend, and surrogate- Aunt Dr. Pepper. Hail was so excited he blew his candles out before the first part of "Happy Birthday to You..." was over. Bert had to re-light them, then Hail blew them out again. So, at the end of the song, knowing some type of action must take place, Hail decided to LICK the cake. The monkey theme was quite fitting, and continued throughout the night... as Hail decided to ride one of his favorite gifts in his birthday suit.
And here is another gift from the wonderful Aunt Dr. Pepper. She said as a pediatrician, she had all kinds of issues buying a passie for a two year old. However, once she saw it, she couldn't pass it up. You can see why... This is now Hails most favorite passie, and he will wake in the middle of the night screaming, "Where my DEBIL-ASSIE?!" Thanks, Dr. P. And yes, Hail actually calls it an "assie."
Someone else celebrated a birthday recently as well. I'm not going to mention any names, but this person turned 32.
Happy Birthday, Babe. We love you very much. Just don't go all Jon Gosselin on me and claim that you were too young to know what you were getting yourself into... yada yada yada. That's a joke. Obviously.
I really don't give Bert enough credit for all he does around here. He's definitely the glue that holds us all together. He's a super active and involved Father and a fun husband. Wow, I'm a lucky girl.
I have an excellent support system. Not only is my hubby the best, but so are my gal pals.
They threw me a surprise baby shower! I thought just a couple of us were meeting for dessert for one of their birthdays. Turns out, even though it was actually her birthday, the party was for me and all of these great girls showed up to celebrate baby #5. We had such a great time. I love to laugh until tears are streaming down my cheeks, and that's just what we do when we're all together. LOVE YOU GIRLS!!!
My best friends have continued to allow our kiddos to get lots of practice before our new (still nameless) baby arrives...
To end our busy week, we made a trip to watch Bert's little brother (who is now taller than Bert) play football. He's #44. It's so hard for me to believe that he's already a sophomore in high school. When Bert and I first started dating, Sawyer was only FIVE years old. Time flies when you're having fun...
No, that's not my sister-in-law... that would be Bert's MOTHER. Yes, it is his biological Mom, and no she was not a teenager when she had him. She's a hot Grandmama! Am I jealous? ME? Of course. I would love to fit into her jeans now... not to mention when I'm... Okay, Gwen, I won't do it... I'll just say, a Grandmother!
We had a great time cheering on the Royals. Even if they did lose... their Homecoming game.
I will end this lengthy post with a bad dream. Mainly because I did the one I mentioned above, but also because I think it's blog worthy...
I recently had a dream, rather a nightmare, that I was one of the Duggar sisters. Not an in-law, mind you, but a blood sister. (Let's face it, blood is thicker and scarier in this case, than kool-aide.) In my dream, I was truly the black sheep of the family all because of my horrible attitude toward being present for Josh and Anna's home birth. I kept telling Michelle, "But I don't CARE if he's my brother!! I don't wanna watch a baby come out of her yee-haa!! GROSS!! Please don't make me go! PUH-LEASE!" And Jim Bob was all, "Now, now, you're not being a good example to the younger ones. You need to be there for they are our family." I woke up in a cold sweat. Seriously. The dream disturbed me that much. Or was it the "Grand-Duggar" episode that disturbed me that much?? Either way, I couldn't get back to sleep for quite a while.