Till Next Year

Hey friends! Long time no blog, I know. Well, we are back from Canada where I did shed tears when it was time to leave. But I am going to keep my chin up like a big girl and enjoy (as much as I can) being so fricking far away from our families.

Yesterday was my dear Dan Dan's birthday! I tried to make it as special as I could for him, complete by pulling out a box of Frosted Cheerios from under the bed when Jude woke us up at the butt crack of dawn. All day I worked on his birthday dinner, wrapping gifts and such, but according to Dan, the birthday card stole the show.

See, I was at the Target shopping for all things festive when I finally found just the card for the man I love. The outside the card reads: "to me, your birthday is just like any other day.... [and on the inside] ... all i can think about is you". At the time I thought it was really cute and I had plans of turning it into maybe a R birthday greeting but when I sat down to write fancy smutty things inside I got all upset at the card I chose and this was what I actually wrote: "Of course, I do have a life and think about other things too...". Ha! I think I need to find peace with the feminist inside of me because honestly, this card was a harmless token of love that went sour. After I wrote the card out I felt silly to say the least and wanted to go get another one but alas, it was too late. Dan really enjoyed the card and my explanation and he laughed and laughed. In fact, I think he liked it even more than the R version it was meant to be? It shall become birthday lore over here at P-Cute.

What else? Oh, Dan's birthday dinner was chalk full of almost every form of dairy product possible. I have been introducing dairy back into my life thanks to all the treats I ate in Canada and thought, okay, we can do this! Nope. Eating Alfredo sauce followed by Fro Yo right before bed was not a good idea for Jude. I think I can eat some dairy at the beginning of the day but need to be careful in the evenings because our poor sweet-pea-honey-child had the farts all night long. And he cried. Every 2 hours. And I felt bad. 

Also, having such broken night time sleep makes me remember my dreams. Dude. I am having some weird dreams. I don't like reading about peoples dreams (weird) so I will spare you, but man. Weird. I much prefer to not remember my dreams, but that's just me.