Birthday party

On Friday we decided to take Owen bowling for his birthday since he was feeling better. We invited our parents and my siblings but Lee's parents couldn't come down so they came down Saturday instead. Anyways, it was an army themed birthday so he had army color balloons and I made a cake that had an army scene and we had army party hats and bags and it was a good time. Owen didn't really care all that much for bowling so he spent most the time in the arcade looking at the lights. haha. After we went to my parents for pizza and cake.
Owen and Keaton and Cambry got a lane that had guards and the rail to help them push their ball. Owen loves to play with his cousins!
On Monday we are doing the "friend" birthday party with Tate. They were born 9 days apart so we like to combine their friend party since they love to play with each other. I will post those pictures later. What a spoiled little boy! We love him!

The saddest thing ever!

Poor Owen has been horribly sick! He has had a fever since Saturday night and on his actual birthday (yesterday, Tuesday) it got over 102! I took him to the dr that day and he had a cough, runny nose, fever, ear infection and a blister on his eardrum! Then today, when we woke up, his infection spread into his eye so his eye was puffed shut and leaking all day. It was so sad to see and I just started crying for him! Did I mention that I definitely have pregnancy hormones? Anyways, all day he kept saying "owie" and crying and just wanting to be held every second. We started him on antibiotics last night so he should start feeling better soon I just wish so badly that I could take away his pain and carry it for him. It is so sad to see such a sweet, innocent, loving child in agony. I think I cried almost as much as him out of sadness and wishing I could do more. By the end of today, his eye was about halfway open so I took a picture of him. What a terrible way to spend your 2nd birthday! Here he is. Please keep him in your prayers!

Happy Birthday Owen!

Tomorrow, my baby turns 2! Wow that went fast. I love him with my entire being. It is amazing to realize after you have kids just how much parents truly love their kids. It is an unremarkable love. There is NOTHING I wouldn't do for that boy! I am so thankful I am his mommy and I just love when he runs through the house yelling "mommy" or when he gives me a big hug or wet kiss. I know that I am his number 1 but it's ok because he is mine! (don't tell Lee!). haha. Owen has been such a light and joy in my life and changed me for the better permanently. It breaks my heart to see him grow up but it makes me so happy and excited at the same time. The other day he actually started to pronounce his name correctly. Before it was EeeO but he started saying Owen and I cried. It is probably just the pregnancy hormones but as he progresses and becomes independent it shows me how big he truly is becoming. When we switched him to a toddler bed I cried. Yep, it must be the pregnancy hormones. Anyways I just love Owen more than words or actions could ever say. I am bursting at the seams with love for him! Unfortunately, Owen is sick for his birthday. So we are going to celebrate Friday night with my family taking him bowling. We were supposed to do it tonight but since he is coughing and has a fever we are postponing until Friday. Then Saturday, Lee's parents will come down and we will probably go to the dinosaur museum. I am a dummy and thought his parents were coming down last Saturday so I made a bunch of cupcakes that we ended up sharing with friends since they didn't come down and then today I made another cake for tonight that we aren't using either since Owen is sick. So I will have made 3 cakes for him by Friday and hopefully he will be able to actually eat one. haha Oh well. I am sick of making cakes though! :)
Anyways, I love my baby Owen more than life itself and I am so thankful for the best past 2 years!

Road Rage

Tonight as I was leaving the gym I went to pull out of my parking spot. Picture this: I am in a little Honda Accord and to the right of me is a giant suburban poking really far out. As I get in, I realize that I can not see a dang thing to my right from the suburban so I start to pull out very slowly to make sure I don't hit anyone or anything heading from that direction. When I am finally pulled out enough to see, my car was basically blocking the lot from either direction. I notice that a car was heading my way from the right but since I was already most of the way out and couldn't see to begin with I continue pulling out. The car stops. Starts frantically flashing its brights at me and honking uncontrollably. I thought that maybe I was going to run into someone so I stop my car and look around. I don't see anything and the car continues to go wild. So I just continue backing up...extra slow just in case I am going to run into something. All this took about 10 seconds...max. From the time I started pulling out to now. When I finally straighten my car out to pass the car, it swerves around me really fast and the lady driving had the most twisted, anger, hatred, furious consorted look I have ever been given. Not to mention that I could see her face. Screaming. At me. Seriously? She continues to scream and drive by very very quickly. Now, whether she or I had the right of way is not the issue. The fact is that don't you think common sense and not to mention courtesy would tell you, "Oh, this lady can't see because of the giant suburban blocking her view". This outraged lady seriously could not wait 10 damn seconds for me to pull out? Of course, the entire time I am in shock because it was only a few seconds and this lady was acting like I had run over her first born.
Some people need to just get a grip.

26 weeks!

Valentines day marked me turning 26 weeks pregnant. Officially in my 3rd trimester. I tell you, my stomach has exploded over the past month. I am huge! Oh well only about 14 more weeks to go! :) My grandma Pearl had her 70th birthday on Valentines so we celebrated her and her life and had a big nice family dinner. It was fun because we all got dressed up and even had a dance party! I sure love my family and I can't wait to have the newest member come out of me already! Enough talking, here are some pics of us!

Nini the Fish

Well, we got a new pet at our home! Lee bought it for Owen and he was such a happy boy! He named it Nini the fish. haha. Of course and chose the perfect cute name. It is a little black goldfish and he just loves it. Kids just keep getting more and more fun the older they get! Oh how I love him!
Just because he is so funny and cute, here are a few more pics! Owen is getting a lot cheesier when we pull out the camera. He will actually smile and say Cheese. Here is his biggest cheeser of all!And he loves to wear his hard hat all the time doing anything! Today he was in his diaper reading books in his hardhat...What a cutie! :)

me=worst cook alive

I am a terrible cook. I fully admit it. There are so many wonderful blogs and so many wonderful people I know that dedicate their time to their love of cooking. They enjoy it, they savor it, they look at recipes with anticipation and fun. And I am sure their food always comes out enjoyable and delicious. I am the opposite. I DREAD every day deciding what the freak I am going to concoct for dinner. I have a ton of cookbooks, and this is basically what I do on a daily occurance:

1. Open a cookbook (any of my many) and flip to section that sounds most appealing to me (i.e. chicken dishes, etc.)
2. Flip through the pages looking for the recipe that has the least amount of ingredients. I honestly don't even look at the name or at pictures.
3. Once I find one that has minimal ingredients, I look through the ingredients to see if I even have the 5 measly ingredients it requires.
4. Realize I don't have everything I need and debate going to the store with Owen
5. Think about it for at least a half hour.
6. Realize it takes way too much time and effort for me and my pregnant body to deal with toddler Owen at the store. Plus I will just get sidetracked and buy something else or add candy/pop which I don't need in my cart.
7. Mope around deciding what I should do.
8. Look at the clock and realize that I have spent way too long worrying about this and now it is too late to make anything decent.
9. Forget about it.
10. Lee gets home or is close to home so I pull out a frozen meal (you know, the kind that has everything in it, including sauce), or something else of this nature (aka REALLY easy and fast meal) and hurry and make it in 10 minutes flat.
11. Feel hopeless as a wife/mother that can cook nice, home meals for her family.
12. Sigh of relief as this ritual is over until 4:00 pm the next day!

I guess I still just haven't figured out how to buy things like ingredients that I will use or maybe it's just my lack of proper planning. I absolutely hate trying to plan out meals for 2 weeks, I can't THINK of anything to make and I spend over an hour trying to come up with ideas, let alone go through my kitchen looking to see if I have everything I need. I feel like I waste a lot of time with this whole cooking thing. And to top it off, I hate it. Lee is no help as he says he doesn't care what we have and Owen, well he is a toddler and very picky and so it really doesn't matter what I do. I feel like we eat the same meals every week.

Another thing, when I do try to plan something, it doesn' turn out. Why? I don't know. Seriously. No matter how hard I try to follow a recipe. Even the easy ones, the food turns out not good. I tried to make homemade pizza the other night. I spent way more on the ingredients then if I would have just gone to papa murphy's or something but that is a whole other issue. The point is, I followed the directions exactly on how to make the dough, I let it rise, it kneaded it for the 8 minutes it said and I baked it how it said. Yet, when I pulled the pizza out, it was literally hard as a rock. The dough wasn't burned in the slightest but you could hardly even bite it. Then last night I tried to make this stuffed chicken croissant thingy. Yep, tasteless and gross. I threw mine away.
I know Lee tries to be nice and says it tastes good but it is obvious when he only eats one or two bites or just has a little bit then doesn't eat any leftovers. Which I think is another reason I hate cooking, I feel like I don't enjoy it, me and Lee don't like the taste and it ends up going down the garbage. Which means money goes down the garbage.
I feel bad for Lee who comes from a wonderful mother who is queen of cooking. Literally, anything she whips up will be good. Then poor Owen will grow up without a homemaking mommy. I don't make anything from scratch, boxes are the only way to go. They are way less time and preparation and not to mention the mess that is made whenever I do try to make things from scratch. Plus, boxed items always come out tasting decently good whereas the items from scratch taste like rock hard dirt or paste or you get the idea...I think I need to go on that show "America's worst cooks"
I wish I had a personal chef.