The Weekend Review

I have been wanting to take Brynlee to the pumpkin patch since it turned fall outside. Come to find out we missed the TWO days that the local pumpkin patch was open. Two days. Are you kidding me? So, we went to the next best place. Good thing she’s two and doesn’t know exactly what a pumpkin patch is, or she might have been disappointed picking a pumpkin out of a huge cardboard box in front of the grocery store.
Then three days later, IT SNOWED! Way-to-go, I-da-ho! If we keep going through seasons this fast I will probably be sunbathing on the deck by Wednesday. Or probably not. Because first of all I just had a baby, and second of all I just had a baby so NO WAY AM I SUNBATHING ON THE DECK. Anyway. Spencer and Brynlee slaved all morning in the freezing cold weather to build this snowman.
Then 20 minutes of sunbathing on the deck later it was gone. So in an effort to redeem themselves they built this one.
20 minutes later.
That makes Spencer and Brynlee. Zero. Snowman. Two. On top of building snowman, we also spent the weekend celebrating the first snow day of the year with a candle-topped-blueberry muffin.
Why the muffin? Let me explain. There are so many details that make this story more interesting, but I'm sure you have somewhere other than this blog to be, so I’ll summarize.

See Spence. See Kim. See Spence and Kim meet and fall in love. See Kim get cold feet and run (stupid Kim). See Spence’s truck. See the bald tires. See the first snow storm of the winter. It’s a BAD snow storm. See Kim call Spence to see if he needs to borrow her car. See Spence agree then take Kim out to dinner in return. See Kim realize that she is indeed in love with Spence. See Spencer and Kim get married. And because of all this Spencer and I celebrate the first snow storm every year. I know…were dorks, but there are just not enough holidays in the year. We usually have a little bigger celebration that a blueberry muffin and a candle, but the first snow day snuck up on us this year and we were caught unprepared. I did give Spence a bag of Peanut M&M’s (his favorite) and some candy bars. Because we live large. And he made me this sign while I was grocery shopping.

So, Happy First Snow Day everyone. And in other big news from the weekend. Jace turned 1 month.
Time goes so fast when you are picking pumpkins out at Win-Co, making bite-size snowman, and celebrating a made-up holiday with computer printed posters and Costco size blueberry muffins.

Just can't shake the pregnancy weight

I’m sure all you ladies agree that there are certain aspects of being a woman that are inherently NOT FAIR. Like the fact that men swimsuit bottoms go to their knees, while a woman is expected to prance around something similar to her under-panties every time she ventures out to the neighborhood pool. Or how men don’t have to worry about fitting into a pair of skinny jeans, yet a woman is the one that suffers from PMS once a month that causes her to eat all the chocolate she can get her hands on.

But, honestly, the thing that bothers me the most is how quickly most men can lose weight. When Spence and I first started dating he was preparing for a powerlifting competition. He informed me that he needed to weigh-in the next day and had to lose 10 pounds by morning time. I’m sure I spoke encouraging words, but in my head I was thinking “Oh you fool, bless your heart if you honestly think you can lose 10 pounds in your sleep!” Turns out I was the fool. All he needed to do was skip the butter on his potato, have Baked Lays instead of Doritos, and not drink his regular 11:30pm chocolate milkshake and sure enough he had lost the 10 pounds.

Are you kidding me? I could be on the “cleansing juice diet” for 30 days, exercise myself into craziness, cut off both my arms and I would still have 2 more pounds to lose to hit the 10 pound mark.

But, today I think I figured out my problem. When Brynlee and I were on our 4th pretend picnic of the day I took a good look at what we were getting served.

Here is what Brynlee served Jace:
  Here is what Bryn ate:
  And here is my picnic food:
  If the donuts, the two ice-cream cones and the French fries weren’t the problem; then it was probably the bottle of ketchup and vegetable oil that I washed it all down with. Fattening? Sure. But arguably delicious! I hate to admit it but guzzling vegetable oil has always been my weaknesses! You should see what she serves me on a picnic when I AM suffering from PMS. Let me just say…it ain’t pretty.

Happy October!

Because really, nothing welcomes in the fall like BUSTY women and a little CRACK!
***Miranda, this post is in honor of you and all your fall baking and baby crying stress. Just think it could be worse; we could still be college students. I came across these pictures and couldn't help but laugh. Aaahhh the good ole’ college days that were filled with late nights, exams and pumpkin butts!! ***

We partied like it was 1999

Except for not really because it’s 2008, and did I mention that my hubby turned 30. So instead of a party we watched the 5:00 news, had an early dinner, then I gave him two Ibuprofen and some Metamucil and he was in bed before 8:00pm. Oh…I’m just kidding. His lower back and knees weren’t throbbing that bad so I just gave him one Ibuprofen. I know that 30 really isn’t that old and to the graying population out there he is still just a kid, but I’m not 70 and he is older than me so I have to heckle him a little. But in an attempt to keep him young, the kids and I threw him a birthday party equipped with balloons, streamers and party hats. Here’s Jace before the party.
Here’s Jace during the party.
And here is Jace after the party.
Obviously we know how to PAR-TAY!! And look, we made Spence a Spongebob Squarepants cake.
Don’t be too critical of the cake. I think it turned out pretty good seeing that my two-year-old sous-chef miscalculated the amount of cake we needed and accidentally disposed of the bottom right portion of the cake using her hand and mouth as tools. After some major reconstructive surgery the cake somewhat resembled Spongebob. So that was good news. In other good news the Dow was down 777 points on Spencer's brithday so I went ahead and bought him the stock market for his birthday. Thanks to the volatile market and the unapproved financial bailout it only set me back $182.76.
We love you Spencer! Happy 30th Birthday.