birthday boy

My baby turned 2 last Saturday, September 4th. Poor boy was sick on his birthday. Bad cold lovingly given to him by his brother. And then he passed it on to me. But we still had a fun birthday. Nothing major this year. Just grandparents over for dinner and some presents and cake. We were hoping to be in our house and have a nice big party with our friends. Some other time I suppose. But he had fun. And that is all that matters.

Here is his birthday cake. A dump truck in case you can't tell. My first attempt at marshmallow fondant. It was fun to do, but yucky to eat in my opinion. Everyone just kinda dug the cake out to eat it. But I wanted to practice with it because my sister wants me to make her wedding cake.
He didn't want to blow out the candles, just wanted to eat all 4 cookie tires. And he had so much fun with his presents. This is the VERY loud garbage truck uncle Kurt got him. See the look of working so hard on his face.
Um, no good pics of other presents I see. But I do have some nice pictures of your birthday mischief and your poor sick eyes and runny nose.
Daddy left out a red permanent marker. Forget the fact that I fell asleep on the couch for 15 minutes. I blame the late night girls night and Brad. It is not my fault at all. Oh ya, and Roman as he watched him color on 14 different things, including his own forehead, before he thought to wake me up. Luckily everything was either a hard surface that a magic eraser could tackle or skin, which surprisingly came clean with a good scrub with a baby wipe. The chair cushion is another story.
I have been ignoring it. But I read online in a few places that WD40 gets is out? I think I'll try that, then just flip it to the other side. At least the rest of the chair is okay.
And that Mr. Finn is your 2nd birthday.

hello hello

It's that time again, it's been 3 months so I better update. He he. No excuses. It's my blog. And I just plain haven't been feeling it. It's was summer. And we have been busy doing summer things. And busy doing house things. Brad is there as we speak getting things ready to start the hardwood. We are getting close, so so close. I have color on my walls. I am starting to get excited. Then I add up the costs and the excitement goes away. But then I remember I get my life back in a month or so. Sorry mom and dad. I can't thank you enough for letting us live at your house while we build, but that's how it feels right now. Like my life has been on hold and I can start again soon. I am sure you feel totally the same way, and I can't blame you. My kids can be annoying. And so can I. Especially because I have been so darn lazy and crazy the last seven months.
I do not recommend getting pregnant and being nauseated and so so tired for three months and then having a miscarriage and being totally hormonal for a month and then getting pregnant right away and being nauseated and so so tired for another three months all while living at your parents house and sending your husband away to build your house. I'm done. I'm spent. I can't believe I still have 5 more months of being pregnant. I have been patiently waiting for the energy of the second trimester to kick in. It's taking it's own sweet time in getting here. But I am thankful to be pregnant. It's a blessing. So I will smile, and take diclectin and cat nap while my kids eat fruit snacks with me on the couch. And come the end of February I will be a mother of 3 kids.

And speaking of being pregnant, in August at 12 weeks pregnant I did my first triathlon. A super sprint. And I loved it. I can't wait to do another one next summer. Unfortunately next summer I won't have being pregnant to use as an excuse for a bit slower time! I promised myself and Brad I wouldn't push too hard in the training or the race. I had been nervous, being 12 weeks along as that was when I had my miscarriage. I know I know, nothing I did caused it. But I was still nervous. I did hold back in the race a bit, but I was okay with that. I'll try harder next summer. I did it in 48 minutes and something seconds. A friend lent me her tri suit and bike. I feel like a bit of a poser in the suit, but it really was comfortable. And the bike was awesome. I want Santa to bring me a new bike. The best part was when Roman was cheering for me at the end.
Here I am in my nice tight suit before heading to the race. Roman was cheering here too. I'll take any cheering I can get, even from a 4 year old who was totally excited to play in the bouncy house while I was doing the race.
I know I didn't look great in the tight suit, but I really didn't think I looked as bad as I did. I can't believe I'm putting these pictures up. Don't worry, I'll keep the worst ones to myself. And don't bother with the oh you look fine comments. I'm pregnant and fat. My jeans tell the truth. So just drop it. You know you have all been there.
Transition to bike. Lovely squinty face I'm making isn't it.
Finishing up with the run.
Whoever said black is slimming is an idiot. These black shorts do nothing for my butt. Next year my goal is to have a nice tight butt like Lindsay there on the right. Sorry Lins, but your butt looks good in those new shorts!

And with that lovely picture I will end my ramblings and step over the dump trucks and swords on the floor and collapse on the couch with a can of Dr. Pepper. The bubbles ease the nausea if you must know.