Birthday week

Ahhhhh...what a fun 4 day weekend! Hank turned 3, momma turned 33, and I didn't do one single load of laundry.
Hankie turned 3 ladies and gentlemen. 3!!!! He had his party last weekend. Complete with 15 kids, several of momma and daddies friends, some Aunts and Uncles, cousins, Grammie, Grandpa and Papa. Oh yeah, and a dragon pinata. He again requested a Woody cake and hot dogs. Hankie staples. Fav. gift? Endless bucket of cheeseballs. The weather stopped raining shortly before the party (thank God) and a good time was had by all. Here's the bucket load-o-fun weekend lowdown.
THURSDAY:
Again, as I mentioned Hank is now 3. When he was a newborn and Brody was 1, (have I mentioned having kids 19 months apart is not for the faint hearted) I remember thinking someday he's gonna be 3, Brody's gonna be 4 and life is going to be very easy. Honest, I remember sitting in the bathroom crying, hoping Brad wouldn't hear me, (on the lucky night he was home and not in Milwaukee, Madison, Oklahoma, San Diego.....anywhere but our living room) and thinking someday I won't be this overwhelmed, but I won't have a baby anymore. Well, I don't have a baby anymore. I now have a 3 and 4 year old. And guess what? Life is easy. But I want another baby.
Hank woke up on his b-day and was searching the house for his present. Brad and I told him he was getting a set of golf clubs. Hank said "lets see what else the store has." Ummm...ok. And, just for the record, he decided on golf clubs after all. (And an 80 cent moose eraser, and stuffed turtle.) We did the usual family craziness of trying to get out of the house, honestly not matter how organized I am it takes for-evvvv-errrrr. And, somebody always has to poop as we are walking out the door. Eventually we are all buckled, munching goldfish crackers, watching DVD's...and on our way to "Green Beans" as Hank says.
Hank got to pick between Monkey Joe's and Bay beach. Bay beach it was. I'm happy to report the Kowboys like rides. I'll admit, I'm a little like Nemo's dad and would like them to stay on the sponge beds. They however, weren't having any of that. We rode rides for hours and left 13 dollars later. Yep, that's all. Love those quater rides.
We spent the night at Tundra Lodge. Brody was a rock star and spent most of the time on the water slides. When we walked into the water park Brody said "time to dominate." Hankie mostly liked floating in the lazy river and staring at the 2 yr. old girl in the Cinderella swim suit. After some swimming fun we ate dinner and time for bed. The Kowboys were pumped.....bunk beds! I hope you had a great b-day Hankie. I wish you never loose your stubborn, your wow that was funny, your I just need to do one more thing before we go, your I am so mad but I just need to rub your arm because even when I'm having a temper tantrum I still need some lovin' and your juicy lips. I promise you one day they'll be a pic of you in some Delta Kappa Omega house with a sign saying "The Great One." Trust me, if you can think up the games you do at 3, I can't even imagine what 20 is going to be like.
FRIDAY:
I'm 33! I love my b-day. I woke up and made some hotel coffee. Kovi was gone and the boys were still sound asleep. Shortly after Brad walked in with a Starbucks and donuts. Yummmmm. Brody climbed out of the top bunk, stumbled over and said "hey mom thanks for letting us stay up late." Me: "no problem, it was a fun day yesterday. Take your pull-up off now." Brody "what will I do when I go to bed?" Me: "umm..Brod's do you know it's morning time?" O.k, seriously, that's when you know you had a fun day. The kid slept so hard he had no clue he had just slept for 10 hours. After some more water park fun we hit HU-Hut for lunch,some stores, and then off to the U.P. for some congress pizza.
SATURDAY:
Let's just call this picnic table day. Or, why my husband was the perfect person for me to marry day. Or, measure twice buy once day. O.k., I love, love, love white distressed furniture. So, when I saw the picnic table painted with white milk paint, I HAD to have it. Happy b-day to me. I assured Brad it would fit in the back of the truck. It did! Benches didn't. And, did I mention I also bought a huge floor mirror? So, one table, 2 benches, 1 floor mirror, 1 very large candle holder and 4 suitcases later we needed to borrow Curt's trailor. Thanks Curt! The table is our new kitchen table. Kind of kooky I know. But, I love it, and it's my house.