Happy Birthday to B

I told B I was boycotting this blog until she makes the background less girly, but since it's her birthday on Sunday I suppose I can make an exception. So happy 26th birthday to B! I asked her tonight if this birthday depresses her; she reassured me it doesn't, but that she's definitely never felt older. Ha.

In honor of the birthday girl, here's a picture that she hates but I think is great. As you can see, she's a beaut and an excellent mother, even when sleeping.

A few fun facts about B: Born June 22, 1982 in Lansing, Michigan; excellent softball and basketball player; can't dance to save her life; likes to eat waffles with peanut butter and maple syrup; openly admits to disliking Texas bbq; went to Michigan State for a year before seeing the light and transferring to BYU; shares her birthday with the likes of Meryl Streep, Clyde "the Glide" Drexler, Cyndi Lauper, and Carson Daly.

X-Rays and Ice Cream

O has torticollis. It's not a big deal, but the pediatrician recommended we get him some physical therapy because he's getting a little bit of a flat spot on the left side of his head since he's always facing left. Always.





The physical therapist came to our house last week and requested that we get a neck x-ray done to rule out any bone problems before she started doing neck stretches. So, yesterday was the big day. I filled out the paper work and was in the waiting room waiting to be called back when a lady from the back came out and told me that I'd have to come back another time.

"I'm sorry, wha???"

"You'll have to come back another time. We're having an ice cream social today."

"Ok.....so I have to come back because you're having an ice cream social today?"

"Yes, and the ice cream man is here right now unloading the ice cream into the x-ray room since it's the coolest room in our office."

I was sure she was kidding. I went on to explain that I had called the day before and was told that I could come in at 10:30 for an x-ray. She said normally that would be the case, but today was the ice cream social and apparently whoever I talked to yesterday had forgotten. Silly me, I should've known to ask what day the annual ice cream social would be held.

Mama wasn't happy. Unlike my gifted husband, I am unable to say what I'm really feeling to strangers who make me mad . I did my best to make her feel bad in my own subtle way by explaining that I had organized babysitting for my daughter, driven out of the way to get her there, and would have to bring her with me whenever I came back, meaning someone would have to go in and hold my son during his x-ray since I would have to stay outside with my daughter. Yeah, I really told her.

Anyway, I took him in this morning and got the stinkin' x-ray, but I'm still a little miffed. The least she could have done was offer me some ice cream for my troubles.

To my fellow young moms...

Watch this video whenever your kids are driving you crazy. It always makes me choke up a little. Hormones, I tell ya. I will give you $100 if you don't at least tear up.

Make sure to watch the whole thing. The last verse is the best.

Random Thoughts for the Sake of Posting

1. I found a four inch gecko in our house yesterday so I trapped it under a bowl. I left for just a minute to find a piece of cardboard to slip under the bowl and very carefully carried the bowl outside to release the creature. When I lifted the bowl, there was no gecko. So I screamed. I guess we still have one in our house.

2. We went to Oklahoma City for the weekend. This picture is from the car ride up. Our little genius put her sunglasses on all by herself.


3. This next picture is from our trip to Ft. Worth several weeks ago. Awesome. Just awesome.


4. We cut our cable last week so we wouldn't waste so much time watching reality tv. What Time Warner doesn't know is that we still have cable even though I had to turn in our DVR (tear). I hold my breath every time I turn on the tv.

5. Next up, a video. You don't have to watch it, but then you won't get to hear C call piggies, "pibbies," which might be the cutest thing ever in the world.



6. My kids are still sleeping and I was supposed to be upstairs exercising, but instead I'm blogging. Here's a piece of advice. When you buy exercise equipment, buy it used on craigslist for cheap. That way you feel less guilty about not using it.