children, crafty, home, life

Stuff that happened, Part 2

March through today has been pretty much all about Josh.  Good things and bad things and then good things again.  One thing I’ve decided is that I will be blogging less about him because he’s now at the start of that transition into manhood.  I can’t tell you how much I hate that word, manhood.  Not because of the actual word, but because it means my baby is not a baby anymore.  He hasn’t been a baby for a long time.  I rationally know this but he’s my first born and I’m weepy as fuck.  So let’s get on with it then.

All of these hyper sensitive emotions are because my baby son just turned 10 years old.  Double digits.  One decade.  One year closer to being out of the nest.  This should be a happy thing!  I am happy and blessed to have a perfectly healthy 10 year old son!  I am a total ass for being weepy about this and yet, here we are.

I’m super into Ansatsu Kyōshitsu and just binge read the whole series.

The birthday was fun for him but also fun for me to plan and execute.  He made this year a hard theme for me:  Blizzard Entertainment.  Not just one game, but all the games.

Challenge accepted.

First, the quests:

Time to go on an adventure!

Before we go any further, you can download the “LifeCraft” font right here.  I want to use it for everything, but oh well.  He had 10 quests with a total of 3,650 experience points.  One for each day of his life.  I’m not crying.  Not at all.

Magnus Finnegan Chesterfield also turned 2 years old this year. 15.1 lbs.

Since there are no party supplies actually licensed by Blizzard for any of their games I had to make do with my Macgyver-like skills.  Okay, maybe not Macgyver, but solidly mediocre art skills:

Overwatch and Hearthstone painted wrapping paper. Not pictured: Starcraft, WoW, D3, HotS.
Hearth Stones, Apexis Crystals, various mis-colored potions.
My crowning achievement!

Seriously, though, that fucking cake.  I had to get two 10″ pans which was basically two boxed cake mixes (I’m not a from scratch baker, sue me).  The top is actual icing from a company called Edible Prints on Cake.  It’s literally not literally magic.  If I can do it, anyone can do it.

For posterity, here is my 10 year old baby son opening his presents.  Wearing the pajama pants that he wanted his mom to make him.  Because one day he won’t want handmade things from his mom.  Who won’t want family parties anymore one day.  Who won’t want Magic cards and Attack on Titan swords or Star Wars light sabers.

*sigh*

The next big Josh thing to happen was that he quit his Tae Kwon Do school.  He quit about a week before he was to test from 2nd level brown to red belt.  It was only late summer when he joined the newly formed Black Belt Club and we paid out a ton of money for a new uniform, new gear, and a new higher monthly tuition.  His new instructor left (was practically forced out) and a new-new instructor was somehow amazingly ready to go within two weeks.  How convenient.

This entire year so far has been trying to adjust to the new teacher and his new methods but frankly, it just wasn’t going to happen.  There was absolutely no discipline in the class so the other kids literally –yes, literally– would run around and yell and scream and do whatever the hell they wanted to.  No reprimands from the teacher, nothing.  We went to the coordinator and discussed the situation and she told me “I’ve never seen him teach” so she’d have to look into it.

What.

Who hires someone that you’ve never seen teach?  We even showed her video of the stuff that Josh has to put up with to which she responded ‘unacceptable’.

Well no shit, Sherlock

Now, I don’t want to project my emotions or mental lunacy onto my children, but I can honestly say he was becoming depressed over this whole thing.  The boy who used to practice every day and was always so eager to go to class and learn was gone.  He wouldn’t eat, he was moodier than usual, withdrawn, and most importantly, he didn’t want to go anymore.  A total 180°.  He would gladly not go which used to be the ultimate punishment.  I won’t say much more because we’re still dealing with the whole thing but we made it very clear that he was quitting the school, not the sport.  The day we said “if you want to quit, you can quit”, he made a face akin to hearing that he was going to Disney.

We toured a few other schools but I think we’ve found a place that he will fare better at–it’s literally everything we wanted and it’s completely amazeballs.  The Grandmaster used to train the South Korean military, so there’s that.  It may be a couple of months before he can even start but he actually said he didn’t mind since he knew he was going to a much better school.  Could he be any more wonderful?

MY BABY

 

children, entertainment, life

Dragon Con 2016 –or- How to Disillusion an Appropriately Expectant 9 Year Old

Josh’s birthday was back in March and for his birthday activity, he chose to WAIT 6 MONTHS and save his money to go to the legendary Dragon ConAs I mentioned I was pretty jealous since Jim Butcher was a special guest author this year.  He was there on Saturday but the Mr. and the boy went on Sunday which was fine—I didn’t want my son’s day wasted on getting an autograph for his mom.

A one day pass was $45.  For a 9 year old.

Fine.

I thought he'd want to keep this, but he literally doesn't care if I throw it away or not.
$45 worth of plastic and sadness.

Eternal member badges are picked up in one hotel, general admissions day passes are for sale in a different hotel.

Okay, sure.

He should start going by Ober.
He should start going by Ober.

Josh has been dreaming of this day for a long time and and was able to take $300 of his own hard earned and saved money.  He was excited about typical convention things:  tabletop gaming, trading card games, dice, dice bags, cool shirts, posters, etc.  He is also a huge Battlebots fan, so when he saw there was going to be a Robot Battle exhibition on Sunday, that sealed the deal for the date of attendance.  Unfortunately, he really got none of what he expected.

The Mr. hasn’t gone in 16 years—as long as we’ve been married?  Coincidence?

*whistles innocently*
*whistles innocently*

So obviously, in that amount of time there were bound to be changes.  For a 9 year old with practically carte blanche to spend at will, he should have been in nerd heaven.  I expected him to come home broke and happy and exhausted.  The Mr. was sure he was going to have to use fatherly veto power at least a couple of times during the day.

He spent a grand total of $55.

I honestly can’t believe how bad it was.  To be clear, Robot Battles and Battlebots are not the same thing.  This was made painfully clear with the exhibition of “Ant class” and “Beetle class” micro-bots in the semi-finals.  The matches were broadcast via big screen so people could actually see the tiny things, but they were poor quality and black and white.

Actual and exciting footage.
Actual and exciting footage.

WHAT THE FUCK.  Was Charlie Chaplin running the battle bots track?  (The answer is no, because if he was it would have been very entertaining and possibly scary because he’s been dead for quite some time now.)

There was not one single booth selling gaming dice.  Not one.  Let alone a cool bag for said dice.  He has a nice assortment but we don’t have a cool bag to put it in.  I have been eyeing some cool dragon eye bags but he wanted to wait for Dragon Con so he could physically touch his options before buying.  He’s pretty practical about money—more so than many adults (me included).

Here’s what he did buy:  a new tabletop card game called Epic for $35 and a Fairy Tail tee shirt for $20.  The card game sounds fun and he got to learn how to play at the booth.  He has been trying to teach me how to play but I’m hopeless at strategy games.

Good times.
Good times.

Even more frustrating was that the tee shirt he bought was the same as the shirts that Robin and I saw at the mall.  Same design, same price.  So knowing that he could have just gone to the mall and bought the same shirt (and other cool stuff) he was even more aggravated.  She and I went to the mall that day and had a great time just goofing around for **6 HOURS**and spent too much money.

The best part of the day at Dragon Con for Josh was getting to play arcade games with Dad—Street Fighter, Mortal Combat, all the fun stuff.  For free.  Robin and I spent $25 at Dave and Busters doing pretty much the same thing.  We got home later than Josh and the Mr.  That’s how much fun they had.

Just so frustrating.  To see your child work so hard for something just to see them so deflated is really heartbreaking.  They had tons of other things like superhero stuff and comics but he went with specifics in mind.  Cosplay is fun and awesome and I’m always amazed at the dedication and talent that goes into really nice work but it seems to be the primary focus at Dragon Con now.  I saw a lot of reviews that said how much they loved it and to bring the whole family.  To the parade maybe, since it’s free.

I found an article from 6 years ago that sums it up well for someone traveling for an overnight stay; luckily, we’re local and they only wasted a day.  I feel like there aren’t many complaints about Dragon Con because the people that go are going for exactly what they want:  eye candy and cosplay.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but god forbid you are interested in something else, like games or something pedestrian like that.

children, crafty, entertainment, health, home, life

Photo Dump: April doesn’t exist

Your Lie In April was so good.

I did *not* let Robin watch this.

I spent all this time away from blogging to watch tear jerking all the good anime on Netflix.  So good.  So good.

And pretty.

I did set up my new 40 gallon breeder.  This is one of the first layouts I had.  It has changed a million times.  I’ll do a separate photo dump dedicated to fish later.

So symmetrical! It doesn’t look like that anymore.

I got a new 20 gallon long thanks to another $1 per gallon sale at Petco.  I wanted it for Zenith, but I gave it to the kids instead.  They wanted painted backgrounds.

Their interests are so similar I can barely tell them apart anymore.

Josh had a birthday.  He is 9.  MY BABY IS 9 YEARS OLD.

We had a theme. It was not laundry.

We celebrate Magnus’ birthday at the same time we celebrate Josh’s.

So dainty! One year and 12 lbs. Dainty, indeed!

My carpal tunnel, or supposed carpal tunnel, is in full swing.

My hands…

I’m cross stitching which is actually not the only thing contributing to the pain.  Writing, typing, carrying heavy things, living, dying–all of these things seem to bring pain equally.  I get to call a neurologist tomorrow for an appointment and maybe a conductivity test for my nerves.

I feel ya, Edith. I feel ya.
children, home, life

Growing up and other horrible things

I am going to preface this post and the entire rest of my life with this statement: I’m in a piss poor mood. That should about cover it. For the past month or so, I have been on this weird, unending carousel ride of annoyance, exhaustion, inappropriate anger, despair, and general motherly weepyness. WeepineSs? Weep penis. Obviously this post is not about me growing up.

Robin is my youngest and turned 6 at the end of September.

MY YOUNGEST CHILD IS 6 YEARS OLD. For her birthday she requested red velvet cream filled cupcakes, breakfast at IHOP and spaghetti dinner with garlic bread. She’s so specific when she wants something. She’s getting really good at Lego building. She’s reading books with NO PICTURES WTF. She loves clothes from the thrift store that should be worn by girls 10+ years older than she is. I alter them for her size and age and she acts as if it’s the best thing ever. When she did her birthday shopping (Grandma money) she wanted a dress and this is what she picked out:

Meh.

Then, we happened to come across this in a 5T which I was sure she couldn’t fit. BUT she does fit and I couldn’t be happier:

*****SQUEEEEEEE*****

The Shy Little Kitten has always been one of her favorites. Thankfully she is still 6 and she still acts 6 years old for the most part. Stuffed animals. Being really sweet to the point that I am unsure if she is my child. Bursting into tears the second she’s done something wrong. So all is not lost, I suppose. She’s growing up, but she’s still my baby.

Seriously, though. ≧◡≦

The thing that really killed me this year was the bed thing. I wanted this to happen and I didn’t want it to happen. THE BED THING.

So cute and little for a little girl! FOR MY BABY GIRL

She…she got a twin sized bed this year. Such a huge part of me wanted her not to be ready, for her to cling a bit longer to her baby stage. She was actually anxious at one point about getting such a big bed because she wasn’t sure how her stuffed animals would sleep on it. If they’d fall off or if there wasn’t enough room.

Could she *be* any cuter?

One thing she inherited from me is her uncontrollable desire to deface property. One day she drew all over her bedroom wall. When I asked her (screamed at her, probably) why, she said “it was an accident”. THAT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT DON’T GIVE ME THAT OH MY GOD She’s drawn pretty much every where she can: walls, doors, furniture, BOOKS. Obviously, she’s becoming very good at erasing and cleaning up her artwork. She got to keep one piece of graffiti. One guess as to who decided she could keep it:

Blatant pandering.

Needless to say, that reminded me that I was actually for her getting a new bed. After getting to pick out sheets and agreeing to keep her old toddler bed mattress for her stuffed animals (and as a couch, for parties(?)) she was very pleased and even more so when she realized there was a new small throw pillow in with her new bedding set. Apparently she LOVES pillows.

Happy.

I can’t even remember what the other horrible things were that I was going to talk about. My kids growing up are good and it makes me happy. It’s still horrible, though. I feel like the worst cliche mom right now. Maybe it’s because I feel that painful twang of my own age or mortality or possibly a heart attack. There are no more toddler beds in this house. No one uses a potty seat anymore. No one needs a step stool to wash hands. Josh is improving his Tae Kwon Do and will test (SO SOON?!) in November for his blue belt. Every single kid in his class is older than him by at least 2 years. He trains at home with me and on his own. Robin has learned more songs on the violin and is doing more complicated finger work and double stops so she can play fiddle tunes and beat the devil. Just sitting here thinking about is making me cry because MY BABIES. I am happy, I really am. It’s just that my happiness is surrounded by a thick, chewy layer of self pity. Twin sized bed means that I can crawl into bed with her without the fear of catastrophic structural failure. Advancing in their activities means they are are setting goals and nurturing their loves. *sigh* Just because it’s inevitable doesn’t mean it’s easy.

children, entertainment, life

Photo Dump: Random and Belated

1. Jasper
2. This rock in my aquarium

resembles the planet Jupiter.


3. Dandelions


4. Long shots always look like an album cover to me.


5. This makes me laugh disproportionately hard

6.  Magnus is now 7.4 lbs at 5.5 months. He was 2.4 lbs when we got him 3 months ago.


7. Josh’s birthday was in March and I didn’t say anything about it.


8. We went to Medieval Times for his birthday (but we waited until after tax season).


9. Summer reading challenge dinner. They read while we waited for a table but I made them put it away before food.  

10. Playing so many puzzles on Facebook.  Because I’m cool.

children, entertainment, home, life

Everything

Scene:  Josh is sitting next to me in my king sized bed working on math review.  Easy stuff, addition and subtraction, regrouping, etc.  Robin is in trouble, standing in front of my dresser in time out because she refused to spell the word “four”.  Wendy is laying on a blanket on the floor in front of an overturned storage ottoman, repurposed as a dog house.  Jake is snaking his body around my head in an attempt to get me to stop typing.  He keeps bothering Josh and trying to stop him from doing his work, so one of us has to sacrifice.  Jake has just now moved to nap just close enough to Josh to periodically flick his tail onto his clipboard.

* * *

I’m in a lot of pain.  The knee thing has really progressed to the point where I’m in pain all the time.  It’s advanced osteoarthritis in my knees and I had an MRI done yesterday to see what’s going on with the soft tissues in there.  I’m going to assume some damage because when I walk it doesn’t just hurt in my knees, but up and down through the femur and tibia.

That’s no moon.

I’m not a rocket surgeon, but I don’t think my bones are supposed to be all jaggedy like that. My actual doctor agreed with me and sent me to the orthopedic surgeon who made a face when he poked around my knee and sent me for an MRI.  I have the MRI pictures, too, but it all looks like cross sections of ham.

Except my leg looks disgusting, and this looks delicious.

* * *

After some serious consideration about Wendy, we have decided to keep her.  I have been in contact with Dream Dachshund Rescue and while Wendy would be a good candidate for an adoption, there just isn’t anywhere for her to go right now.  There was a lot of back and forth on what to do with her, how to take care of her, etc and ultimately, I just feel like I need to redouble my efforts to take care of my dog and keep my house clean.  It’s not easy, but I love her and honestly nothing is ever fucking easy.  Ever.

Look at her scarf. LOOK AT IT!

* * *

In other news, my son took his green belt test for Tae Kwon Do, turned 7 and we all went to LegoLand.  It was a busy weekend.  To become a green belt, he has to join the National Taekwondo Federation:

So cool!

and he had to write an essay with his application:

I didn’t write it for him.
Proud Mom is proud.

 Holy cow.  I never get any good pictures of him testing because I try to stay on the furthest side of the room so I don’t distract him.  He is always the tiniest kid in his group though:

Miniature.

He just got moved to a new class, presumably because he just turned 7.  Pretty soon he’ll change classes again, I think, to be with the green belts.  I’m weepy and proud and excited for him.

He picked the yarn because he’s an old man.

In other news, I shouldn’t have a seven year old.  I can’t even take care of a plant.  He had a great birthday and I was happy to do all the work even though I was totally unprepared and literally had to take a bunch of narcotics to dull the pain in my knees.  I stayed up until 2 AM the night before making sure everything was done for his birthday, even running out to Kroger past midnight because I didn’t have enough candles.  Who doesn’t have enough candles for her baby boy’s birthday???

Laval and the happiest 7 year old ever!

Legoland was a total hit and very affordable.  We spent hours there, ate lunch, watched movies, rode rides, built stuff, tore stuff up, etc.  Perfect.  They even have an adult night which is awesome.  I love how adults are not allowed in unless accompanied by a child.  Because you know there are weirdos out there and that’s the last thing you need to see is a 30 year old man fighting with a  year old over the last Lego brick.

* * *

Josh is done with his work for the day and Robin is finally out of time out and working on subtraction next to me in bed.  I’m about ready for a nap, but I probably won’t get one.  My plans for next few weeks are:

nothing.

Here’s to keeping my plans.

children, crafty

Girl Stuff

Nice, cutesy girl stuff.  Not girl stuff as in the previous post.

First, I’m shitty at updating, so please let me show you an actual finished product:

I made dis.

This sweater has been done forever, but the last known evidence of it was way back here.  She looks so much older, but 8 months will do that to ya.  I did mention that I am on the road to her 4th birthday, and I’m happy to say that I’m not doing too badly on my schedule.

Not too shabby. Quite furry, actually.

The cat tail came out great and I’m actually quite pleased with myself.  I made an i-cord cover for a hair band so I can get some fuzzy ears going.  I-cord.  I-cord.  I-cord.  I had problems with the term “I-cord”:

wordswordswords
This is exactly how I felt after an hour of thinking and then trying to look it up. I couldn’t even bring enough words together for Google to help me.

Last year I was a loon and did a ton of handmade stuff for her birthday.  It was definitely something I needed–my Dad had just died and I needed a big distraction. I realize now that I don’t think I even posted the after pics.  What. The. Fuck.  DAMMIT.  HERE:

Her name came out really well. This is actually one of the favorite things I’ve made.
Who needs birthday socks when you have a whole new room?

 

Mobile made by big brother (and Mom. Mostly Mom.)
The new quilt, new pillowcase, canopy. Her birthday was mostly handmade; this year she’ll get mostly store bought stuff.

The older they get, the more they want store bought items.  *sigh*  I know she’ll be happy for her cat stuff this year.  I really need to get on the ball and yarn these kids up while I can.

 

crafty, entertainment, life

47 Days

47 days until The Girl’s birthday.  The Boy’s birthday was in March and I’m still working on his birthday socks because I’m an asshole.  But he loves me and is understanding…but he’s a master guilter:  ‘Mom, look at these (store bought) socks.  They have holes in them already.  I wish I had some good socks…’

Damn, damn, damn.

So, I have been online shopping and found these for Robin:

Start the cosplay NOW.

BUT instead of spending $15, I remembered that I can do stuff like this.  So, yeah.  I’m not always an asshole mom.  And besides, she’s getting an amazing Doc McStuffins doll.  In case you are unfamiliar, Doc McStuffins is a girl AND African-American AND wants to be a doctor like her MOM.  But Wal-Mart wants to make sure you are aware of something:

Where is my 10 foot pole?

Also, you need a comb to perform a thorough check-up.  But don’t worry, this family won’t need the use of a comb. They’re Ideal.  And…glaring:

They’re not for use, just for decoration.

In other news, still waiting for the basement to be fully repaired.  The first week of school went well for Josh (Robin not so much).  I am now going to find a snack as it is just past midnight and I am a Mogwai.  Goodnight!

children, crafty, home, life

Stuff that (might) not suck

Holy fucksheets I’ve been all gloom and doom lately.  Also, my V key is not working properly, so I will hae to go back and do a lot of manual edits to this post.  Robin’s birthday is WEDNESDAY which means I am totally schizoid.  I’m sad my baby is turning 3, but happy that she’s so awesome.  I’m super excited to see her reaction to her big day because she gets excited about everything.  If I ask her if she wants to go to the store with me she goes “oh it’s gonna be so fun THANK YOU, MOMMY!” like it’s some big treat to spend any time with me while I try hard to do math in my head and walk by potato chips five times while I try to justify any reason to get them and shove them into my fat face.  But that’s my girl: very excited, very happy, very loud.

I have to admit that she is a Princess girl.  Everyone has an idea of what they want for their kids and I really wasn’t sure if I wanted her to be super girly or not.  I never felt super girly, ever.  I can be, but I don’t know, I just never found my place in Princessland.  I’m just a nerdy dork that cusses a lot.  She came into this mostly all on her own and since the heart wants what it wants, we have indulged her thusly.

First, the annual birthday socks:

They’re striped and they’re socks–what more do you want?

They’re knee-high and super cute.  Knit Picks something or other that I’ve had forever.  She likes them and they fit her well.  Thankfully, birthday socks are never a surprise, so I can make them and try them on the recipient as many times as necessary.  They are boring, but I never have time for anything.  I pledge that next years socks will be either lacy or cable-y or Fair Isle-y or something.  SOMETHING other than stockinette for a million stitches.  I know, I know, I’m boring:

I’m also missing a G?

That will obviously be ordered correctly.  I don’t have any progress shots of any of this stuff because I’ve simply not been in the mood to tote the camera around.  I had all of these 10×10 canvases from Wal-Mart that had been sitting around for years.  Literally years.  I spray painted them with the same pink I used for her lamp and let them dry.  I found a fancy font that I liked and did the old ghetto transfer method:  scribble all over the back and trace the front and voila, perfect imprint for those too cheap to buy carbon paper.  The white was done with a white out pen.  I didn’t like how dark the pink was so I lightened the whole thing by whitewashing with acrylic white and pink glitter:

It also gave it a sort of antiqued look but more importantly it covered mistakes well.

Oh, pink glitter?  Oh fuck yeah, pink glitter:

She’s also getting a ‘Happy Birthday’ tiara to wear for the day.

Pink and purple are her favorite colors.  The quilt is still in progress.  Slow and painful progress.  The lavender floral above is the backing.  Hopefully I’ll be able to post a done picture sometime before Wednesday.  Pink and Purple cupcakes.  Barbie dolls (her first!) and stickers.  She’s also getting a Hello Kitty dress and Daddy will take her out for a breakfast date.  Josh made her a necklace out of pink and purple beads and he’s going to help me surprise her with a new big girl bed.  Isn’t that the fucking shit.  My baby is not going to be in a crib anymore.  So a big girl bed it is.  FROWNY SAD FACE.

I”ll have before and after pics; I’m also going to make a canopy drape and Josh helped me make a mobile for her to go over her bed.  I have way too much to do but it will all be worth it.  I mean c’mon, it’s not like I sleep anyway, right?

life

Birthday!

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
It doesn’t suck being thirty-three,
Happy Birthday to me.

My birthday was pretty fucking awesome, actually.  Peaceful for the most part.  I have to say that Joshua is and has always been horrible on other people’s birthdays.  I think he just can’t stand that people other are allowed to have special days.  Birthdays, anniversaries and Mother’s/Father’s day are SPECIAL DAYS.  So, with the full mind that my otherwise neato kid was probably going to be kind of a turd, I had an exceptionally fantastic day.

1.) I got my McDonald’s breakfast in bed.  This is standard for my birthday and Mother’s Day because while the Mr. can cook, he sure as hell can’t clean and I hate chores.

2.) I got amazing gifts that really surprised me:

Now you know all of my secrets.

I have, since I was a child, been a huge fan of Gone with the Wind.  I saw the movie when I was a kid and of course I thought it was fantastic and romantic.  Then I read the book and was blown away.  I’ve seen documentaries about it and most recently this amazing PBS documentary on Margaret Mitchell.  I’ve never owned the book.  The sequel I’ve had forever; in fact, I received it for Christmas the year it came out.  This was A BIG DEAL because a brand new hardback book was like $30!  I was 12 years old!  It was literally the only thing I wanted.  I’m a nerd.  No it’s not as good as the original and it’s not fair to compare it.  What it does though is wraps everything up nicely in a pretty bow, and sometimes that’s all you want.  The original copy I had was ruined by some asshole who spilled soda on it so having a new pretty one makes me very, very happy.  (I wasn’t the asshole.  This time.)

I am, and have been since birth, Asian.  I might forget it from time to time but The Asian Grandmother’s Cookbook is the fucking shit.  BUY THIS BOOK.  I borrowed it from the library under the recommendation of Jade Luck Club and holy crap.  It’s amazing.  It literally made me cry, because nothing takes you back home faster than food.  For some people, the saying “you can’t go home again” is true in a literal sense and even thinking about childhood favorites breaks my heart.  Now that my grandmother has passed as well this book really just broke me.  I sent it back to the library after only reading a few pages and flipping through it.  It’s the most authentic Asian cookbook I’ve ever seen.  I’m glad I have it now despite some of the sadness it brings.  I want my kids to be able to have these food memories.  This food should be in their blood like it’s in my blood.  This is probably my most favorite gift ever because now I have an opportunity to pass something on that I thought was lost.

Lastly, check out that awesome puzzle.  I am PUZZLE CRAZY.  I don’t know what it is, but when it’s puzzle time just get the fuck out of my way.  Don’t help me because you really suck.  Only Josh can help because he has my puzzle gene.  The Mr. does NOT have the skillz that our 5 year old has.  But this, this is all mine.  I think I’m going to time this one, because I have got to know how well I can do.  When the kids go to Grandma’s house, I’m going to puzzle. it. up. bitches.

3.) I got even *more* amazing gifts:

happy

Here are the gifts that Josh and Robin made for me while I waited for breakfast.  They’re all awesome and I went ahead and labeled them so you’d know exactly what they were.  The bracelet I thought was pretty clever so I wore it all day and even out to lunch.  Somewhat unrelated, I was able to buy white chalk at Office Depot on my birthday.  Walmart no longer carries chalk WHAT THE FUCK.  I’m so old.

4.)  I had yummies:

We went out to eat at Sake Gura, a local hibachi and sushi place.  I had not had sushi in about 6 years.  DID YOU READ THAT I HADN’T HAD SUSHI IN 6 YEARS UNTIL LAST WEEK.  Maybe that’s why my life has been so weird.  Sushi/sashimi is such a no-no when you’re pregnant and after pregnancy who has the money to go out for sushi and then suddenly you’re pregnant again holy crap you’ll never eat sushi again!  Well I did and I tried to get the kids to promise to eat just one bite for my birthday.  Josh gagged, Robin loved it.  She likes eel and octopus so I’m so happy!  I have a sushi buddy again so you had better believe we’ll be going as often as possible.  Love love love!  I wanted to sit at the hibachi table and it was a fantastic show except for the fact that Josh freaked the fuck out and Robin wrapped herself around me so tight I thought I was going to choke.  It was hilarious.  Fire and kids are hilarious, for real.  Cute moment:  when the guy was done and cleaning up she said “My favorite part was when he cleaned up!”.  You had to be there, I’m sure.  So much food left over:

The important thing was that I didn’t have to make dinner!

5.)  CAKE:

Okay, no picture of the cake.  I made lemon cupcakes with no icing because that’s what I wanted.  I ate the hell out of them, too, hence no pictures.  This was funny though, and I had to snap this quick photo:

Paw? Hand? Foot?

Milk and oil for the cake.  I guess it wanted to give me a birthday high five?

This birthday will be hard to top.  I can honestly say that I got everything I wanted.  Everything I need is right here.