Tuesday, December 22, 2009

This wonderful birthday started Sunday night around 10pm, with me crying. I have a hard time with birthdays and holidays. I don't know why. I have NO problems getting older I just get very stressed out and emotional around these events. Josh said that he had been thinking about it and watching and having your birthday this close to Christmas really sucks, so maybe we should celebrate it at my half birthday in June. Which would be nice, but I think I'm too old for that. I need to just accept that birthdays aren't as great for adults.
After a good cry, Josh calmed me down and I couldn't sleep so we watched TV until 12:00 am, so I could be the first to wish myself a Happy Birthday. Josh was very upset because I was looking at the clock on the TV and he was watching his phone and he said the time on the TV was wrong and he was first;)
Then I woke up, Josh got me Jamba Juice for breakfast. Went and got a massage, and my hair and make up done. It was VERY nice. Then we all went to the mall to get pictures with Santa. i just look chubby, but I am 7 months pregnant.
We had hot dog on a stick, which may not sound great to you, but I was soooo looking forward to it! Then we got to ride on a train at the mall. Aiden was adorable and said "chugga chugga woo woo" the entire 8 minute ride. That could have been the highlight of the day!
After, at home I was in my room on the computer and Josh came in because he heard sniffling. He said, "oh just sniffling, no crying." I guess I have a history of bad birthdays.
For the evening Grandma Cindy took Aiden and Josh and I went to Ruby River Steakhouse. They honestly have the best fillet. I have shopped around. To top it all off, Oreo Ice cream cake from Maggie Moos.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Cheating

I am sure my husband is cheating on me! Yesterday I found his ring on his home desk. He is always "working" late. Frequent "business" trips. He comes to bed after I have gone to sleep, if he even comes at all. Rarely answers my calls during the day.
The sad thing is, it's his real true love, I can't compete with HIS JOB. Another woman, that would give me some sort of understanding, something I could compete with, but NO. Just his computer and his job. The love of his life! Oh and the excuse behind leaving his ring, it hurts his finger when he is programming. Stupid Job!
I almost would understand if it were another woman....

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Photo catch up

Finally downloaded pictures from my camera. Just so you know we haven't been totally boring the last few months. You should click on each photo so you can see Aiden's cute faces better. He is such an expressive kid.

In October we went to the pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins. I discovered that the pumpkins were not actually grown there, when a truck full of pumpkins and hispanic guys pulled up and started throwing pumpkins out to the field we were looking in. Super disappointing.


I went with a friend up to Wolf Creek up Ogden Canyon for 2 days to scrapbook and then Josh and Aiden joined us for the weekend. Josh made a huge pile of leaves and threw Aiden in. We of course didn't think it through and Aiden disappeared. He was a bit frightened when Josh pulled him out.There have been a few trips to the Children's Museum

Monday night we went to Thanksgiving Point to see the lights. Aiden is really into all the Christmas lights. He got REALLY hyper looking at all the lights. It was hilarious. Then we saw the reindeer. They were lame reindeer. They didn't want anything to do with people or the food I paid $.50 to feed them. Aiden got a big gingerbread cookie and has been munching on it for 3 days now.
Today Aiden and I went to the Festival of Trees. We waited in line to see Santa. He was a bit hesitant, but Santa gave him candy. He would not smile for the picture though.
Then he dropped he candy cane that broke into a thousand pieces and we got to wait in line again. He has yet to cry or freak out, for three years now. So I don't think we will get any of those hysterical child photos with Santa ;)




The end.