Yesterday, I celebrated the last birthday I will officially be celebrating. I have decided that there is really no need to recognize any birthday past twenty-nine. At least I can't think of one.
My celebration really began in January with a superb trip to Las Vegas thanks to my wonderful Nathan. I then I enjoyed a President's Day of pampering thanks to, well myself. Next I received a "Happy Middle Day" surprise bouquet of tulips, on February 21st, which I got to enjoy for more than a week. They really were beautiful for days.
On Monday, I picked Jentry up from school and she had a large, pink gift bag to give to me. She was so excited! "I got you a present, mom you can open right now if you want it is a purple coat." She just couldn't stand the wait. I finally opened the bag when we got home and sure enough, she had picked out, all by herself (with a little help from her dad), a lovely purple Columbia fleece jacket. It was just perfect. She was so proud of her selection. She told me she chose purple because it was my favorite color. I just love that girl! She had even handcrafted me a beautiful card complete with stickers and glitter. What more could a mother ask for?
Yesterday, I started the day with a phone call from my father, who proudly informed me that he already had a little black baby born on my birthday. Of course, he is referring to one of his new, little calves. I really can't remember a year when I haven't shared my birthday with a new calf. I was born in the peak of calving season, what can I say. My mother says, when she found out my due date, she was so excited to tell my father, "March 1st!" Dad's reply was, "Oh good. I can just keep watch of you along with all my heifers." Not exactly the response she was looking for...I'm guessing.
On the way to work, I picked up a Napoleon Torte for my birthday treat for my co-workers. It was a huge hit and I have to admit that I allowed myself to have two pieces. It was MY birthday after all.
For lunch, Nathan's mother, Jan, invited me to join her and her friends at the Nebraska Club. Jan is my birthday twin. When we first discovered that we not only had the same name but the same birthday, we were shocked. I mean what are the odds, really? I still think it is a little bit creepy and I am not sure why Nathan didn't go running for the hills, but it is fun none the less. I can't think of anyone more exciting to share my special day. Jan always does everything to the nines. We even had champagne and tiramisu. It was simply fabulous. Sometimes I wonder how she really feels about having to share her special day with me?
For supper we had a girls night at my house. I picked up pasta from The Olive Garden and Kelly and Anna came over to help me celebrate. I had my favorite dish of braised beef tortelloni, Kelly had a wonderful ravioli di portobello and the Jentry and Anna shared a scrumptious mac and cheese. You certainly couldn't accuse this group of girls of being on a no carb diet! We also treated ourselves to delicious cheesecake for dessert. I think I might have overdone the calories this year...OK so maybe every year...who cares it was wondrous and I would do again!
For a Tuesday birthday, I had a simply, marvelous day. I kept telling everyone that twenty-nine really isn't so bad. Next year will be difficult and thirty-one...I will cry.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
A Week in the Life
Friday, February 17th : Jentry went to daycare and I worked for, unfortunately, the majority of the day. As I picked up the Jentry's daily report from the teacher, I noticed a new report. As I began to read, I realized this was not a happy note. This was a not happy note! As I read on I said, "Oh no" and Jentry said, "What?" To which I responded, "Jentry we have a problem. What happened today?" Her innocent face went from rather serious to a devilish smile as she said, "I don't know....nothing....why?" Apparently she was being mean to her friends, because they weren't doing what she wanted them to do. The teacher put her in think time where she continued to yell and scream, so they moved her to another room where she hit and scratched the teacher while yelling. Next stop - the office. Just when I was feeling at ease with her behavior being in the typical three-year-old range, I get a written report verifying my original fears of being a mother to a rebel child. We had a very long talk on the way home and I made a few clear consequences should this ever happen again. No movies and no treats. Harsh...I know! I dread the day when I am saying no iphone and no Facebook.
That night, I was excited to have a quiet evening at home with my Jentry Bug. I wanted to cuddle up on the couch with some blankets and popcorn and watch Jentry's new movie. John and Jan had given her A Bug's Life for Valentine's day, and I was thinking that would be a perfect activity for both of us to enjoy. Of course, Jentry had other plans. I mean why would I think she would want to watch a movie she had not yet viewed instead of a Nick Jr. show that she has seen over a hundred times? Silly me.
Saturday, February 18th : Jentry and I were invited to a baby shower for my friend Michelle at my sister's house. Jentry wasn't really sure why we were going to a "baby bath" but was excited none the less. We had a lovely time visiting, eating, laughing and talkin' babies with the girls.
That night I offered to watch all three kiddos for a few hours to allow Chad and Kelly some adult time. They decided to take me up on the offer since it doesn't happen often. They ate a wonderful meal with drinks at Grisanti's while I ate an old can of ham and bean soup with screaming children. Same same, right? This is why the offer doesn't happen often. In all fairness, the kids were not that bad it was only a few hours. We also got to watch a little of A Bug's Life with Isaac there to convince Jentry it would be OK.
Sunday, February 19th : Jentry and I went to church in the morning and then headed to Jentry's favorite store, Home Depot, to buy paint for her new room. We picked out a lovely shade of purple called "Potentially Purple" and "Popped Corn" which is just white in my simple opinion. I just love reading all the different names they have invented for hues of color.
Next we met Grandma Bose and the Hamiltons for lunch at Fazzoli's and then went back to the Hamilton's for dessert. The kids had a blast playing "car" in the diaper boxes. This brought back many grand memories of Kelly and I setting up a "car" with the dinning room chairs. We had a cardboard box with a boom box on top for the dash and radio; dad's boot remover for a gas peddle; an upside down, toy microphone for a stick shift; and some old, fabric strips for seat belts. We thought of every detail! I can still hear us arguing over which cassette tape to play. Michael Bolton or Tiffany?
Sunday evening Jentry had a major meltdown. I really can't even remember what little thing set her off, but the tantrum lasted for about one and a half hours and exhausted us both. At one point Jentry had to go to the bathroom, so she sat on the toilet while continuing to cry. When she had finished, she asked me to wipe for her to which I said, "Absolutely not!" She is completely capable of finishing the business herself and was just being dramatic. After ten minutes of sitting on the toilet begging me to help her, I decided to go downstairs and ignore her from separate floor. The stubborn little girl shuffled her way across the house, down the stairs and across the basement with her underwear down around her ankles still screaming for me to help her. Seriously, girl? Give it up already! She continued to follow me around the house for another thirty minutes like this. I am really not sure how I kept a straight face. It was ridiculously hilarious. I am proud to say that I didn't give in and she eventually pulled up her own pants and ate her cold supper by herself. Hopefully a lesson was learned. If not, it still makes for a rather embarrassing story for future use.
Monday, February 20th : Presidents Day...and after the evening this mom had just had I had no problem sending Jentry to daycare while I enjoyed a nice day to myself. I shopped, had my nails done and enjoyed a facial. I don't usually pamper myself, but I am learning that maybe I should. Jentry noticed my nails right away. "Why did you pick white and why did you only paint the ends?" I explained that it was called a French tip. "It doesn't look very beautiful, mom." Gee, thanks.
Tuesday, February 21st : I received a fabulous surprise at work!
The card read: Happy Middle Day! The day between your V Day & B Day - Your Secret Admirer
They are absolutely beautiful and I am still enjoying them today. Now that is the kind of surprise I love.
Wednesday, February 22nd : Jentry had a rough morning to say the least, and I ended up doing something that I really didn't think I would ever have to do. I pulled the car over on the way to school. The entire morning had already been awful and my patience was beyond gone. Jentry would not cooperate with anything and I ended up forcing her into her car seat. She had wanted to buckled it herself, but when I gave her the chance she just messed around and whined about not getting to zip her coat by herself. Ahhhhhhh Two blocks away from our house I looked back and Jentry was scream-crying while unbuckling her seat belt. At this point, I had no choice. I had to pull over, because now she had created a safety issue. I am sure that anyone watching got a good show. I was not a happy mama!
I can remember the one time my mother had to stop the car. Ironically, I think it too was just a few blocks from home. She was so fed up with my sister and I arguing in the back seat that she slammed on the breaks, turned the car around and drove back to the house. She told us to get out and then she left. We were not really sure if she was ever going to come back. She later told us that she was headed to the local cafe to eat breakfast by herself, but then quickly realized she wouldn't be able to that in a small town without everyone asking her what she was doing without us. She drove around town for a few minutes instead.
That evening Jentry and I enjoyed pizza at church and then enjoyed a wonderful Ash Wednesday service. Jentry had lots of questions about the ash cross the pastor was putting on my forehead. He asked her if he could put one on her and she quickly shook her head and said, "No!" Sure enough, ten minutes later back in our seat, she was upset that she hadn't gotten a cross of ashes too.
Thursday, February 23rd : This morning, Jentry was singing "Baa Baa Black Sheep" and asked me to sing along.
That night, I was excited to have a quiet evening at home with my Jentry Bug. I wanted to cuddle up on the couch with some blankets and popcorn and watch Jentry's new movie. John and Jan had given her A Bug's Life for Valentine's day, and I was thinking that would be a perfect activity for both of us to enjoy. Of course, Jentry had other plans. I mean why would I think she would want to watch a movie she had not yet viewed instead of a Nick Jr. show that she has seen over a hundred times? Silly me.
Saturday, February 18th : Jentry and I were invited to a baby shower for my friend Michelle at my sister's house. Jentry wasn't really sure why we were going to a "baby bath" but was excited none the less. We had a lovely time visiting, eating, laughing and talkin' babies with the girls.
That night I offered to watch all three kiddos for a few hours to allow Chad and Kelly some adult time. They decided to take me up on the offer since it doesn't happen often. They ate a wonderful meal with drinks at Grisanti's while I ate an old can of ham and bean soup with screaming children. Same same, right? This is why the offer doesn't happen often. In all fairness, the kids were not that bad it was only a few hours. We also got to watch a little of A Bug's Life with Isaac there to convince Jentry it would be OK.
Sunday, February 19th : Jentry and I went to church in the morning and then headed to Jentry's favorite store, Home Depot, to buy paint for her new room. We picked out a lovely shade of purple called "Potentially Purple" and "Popped Corn" which is just white in my simple opinion. I just love reading all the different names they have invented for hues of color.
Next we met Grandma Bose and the Hamiltons for lunch at Fazzoli's and then went back to the Hamilton's for dessert. The kids had a blast playing "car" in the diaper boxes. This brought back many grand memories of Kelly and I setting up a "car" with the dinning room chairs. We had a cardboard box with a boom box on top for the dash and radio; dad's boot remover for a gas peddle; an upside down, toy microphone for a stick shift; and some old, fabric strips for seat belts. We thought of every detail! I can still hear us arguing over which cassette tape to play. Michael Bolton or Tiffany?
Sunday evening Jentry had a major meltdown. I really can't even remember what little thing set her off, but the tantrum lasted for about one and a half hours and exhausted us both. At one point Jentry had to go to the bathroom, so she sat on the toilet while continuing to cry. When she had finished, she asked me to wipe for her to which I said, "Absolutely not!" She is completely capable of finishing the business herself and was just being dramatic. After ten minutes of sitting on the toilet begging me to help her, I decided to go downstairs and ignore her from separate floor. The stubborn little girl shuffled her way across the house, down the stairs and across the basement with her underwear down around her ankles still screaming for me to help her. Seriously, girl? Give it up already! She continued to follow me around the house for another thirty minutes like this. I am really not sure how I kept a straight face. It was ridiculously hilarious. I am proud to say that I didn't give in and she eventually pulled up her own pants and ate her cold supper by herself. Hopefully a lesson was learned. If not, it still makes for a rather embarrassing story for future use.
Monday, February 20th : Presidents Day...and after the evening this mom had just had I had no problem sending Jentry to daycare while I enjoyed a nice day to myself. I shopped, had my nails done and enjoyed a facial. I don't usually pamper myself, but I am learning that maybe I should. Jentry noticed my nails right away. "Why did you pick white and why did you only paint the ends?" I explained that it was called a French tip. "It doesn't look very beautiful, mom." Gee, thanks.
Tuesday, February 21st : I received a fabulous surprise at work!
The card read: Happy Middle Day! The day between your V Day & B Day - Your Secret Admirer
They are absolutely beautiful and I am still enjoying them today. Now that is the kind of surprise I love.
Wednesday, February 22nd : Jentry had a rough morning to say the least, and I ended up doing something that I really didn't think I would ever have to do. I pulled the car over on the way to school. The entire morning had already been awful and my patience was beyond gone. Jentry would not cooperate with anything and I ended up forcing her into her car seat. She had wanted to buckled it herself, but when I gave her the chance she just messed around and whined about not getting to zip her coat by herself. Ahhhhhhh Two blocks away from our house I looked back and Jentry was scream-crying while unbuckling her seat belt. At this point, I had no choice. I had to pull over, because now she had created a safety issue. I am sure that anyone watching got a good show. I was not a happy mama!
I can remember the one time my mother had to stop the car. Ironically, I think it too was just a few blocks from home. She was so fed up with my sister and I arguing in the back seat that she slammed on the breaks, turned the car around and drove back to the house. She told us to get out and then she left. We were not really sure if she was ever going to come back. She later told us that she was headed to the local cafe to eat breakfast by herself, but then quickly realized she wouldn't be able to that in a small town without everyone asking her what she was doing without us. She drove around town for a few minutes instead.
That evening Jentry and I enjoyed pizza at church and then enjoyed a wonderful Ash Wednesday service. Jentry had lots of questions about the ash cross the pastor was putting on my forehead. He asked her if he could put one on her and she quickly shook her head and said, "No!" Sure enough, ten minutes later back in our seat, she was upset that she hadn't gotten a cross of ashes too.
Thursday, February 23rd : This morning, Jentry was singing "Baa Baa Black Sheep" and asked me to sing along.
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
Things were sounding pretty good up until this point. However, I wasn't really certain what came next. It had been awhile since I had sang this song. Jentry continued singing, so I just quietly listened to her and hoped that my memory would come to me.
One for my monster,
One for my name,
I had to stop her. "Wait. Wait a minute. What did you say? A monster?" To which she replied, "Yeah, it goes...one for my monster, one for my name." Fortunately this was close enough to the actual lyrics that my memory was revived. Monster / master, name / dame. Good enough for me!
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Two Houses is Weird
This morning, on the way to daycare, Jentry brought up a conversation she had with her friend Gracie at school. Jentry was quite concerned about the comments Gracie had made. "Gracie said having two houses in Lincoln is weird but it's NOT!"
I have always known a day would come when Jentry would start to ask questions about her family and the fact that we live differently then some of her friends' families. I was not worried about the questions or even the answers I would give, but I was more curious as to when and what kind of questions she would have. I really didn't expect Jentry to be upset and almost defensive as she demanded that her friend was lying. In hind sight, I should have guessed that Jentry would not think our family was different because she has never known any other way of life.
I tried to be very honest with Jentry and explained that Gracie probably didn't have two homes and therefore it would seem kind of weird to her. I then explained that every family is different and that does not make any family weird but simply not alike.
Jentry seemed to be satisfied with my response and was quickly on to the next argument. "Mom, Kennedy said that I was this big (holding her hands out really wide) when I was a baby, but that is not true. You said I was a teeny, tiny, little baby, right?" Sometimes I think solving the world's problems may be easier than refereeing the disputes between little girls.
I have always known a day would come when Jentry would start to ask questions about her family and the fact that we live differently then some of her friends' families. I was not worried about the questions or even the answers I would give, but I was more curious as to when and what kind of questions she would have. I really didn't expect Jentry to be upset and almost defensive as she demanded that her friend was lying. In hind sight, I should have guessed that Jentry would not think our family was different because she has never known any other way of life.
I tried to be very honest with Jentry and explained that Gracie probably didn't have two homes and therefore it would seem kind of weird to her. I then explained that every family is different and that does not make any family weird but simply not alike.
Jentry seemed to be satisfied with my response and was quickly on to the next argument. "Mom, Kennedy said that I was this big (holding her hands out really wide) when I was a baby, but that is not true. You said I was a teeny, tiny, little baby, right?" Sometimes I think solving the world's problems may be easier than refereeing the disputes between little girls.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Rebel Yell
When I picked up Jentry from daycare several weeks ago, she came running to me with a huge grin on her face and very loudly proclaiming to the world, "I didn't have to go to the office today". I praised her first by telling her that was good, all the while wondering if she had to go office on a regular basis. Her next proud statement was, "Yep, I went STRAIGHT to think time." Oh my, this was not good. I asked her why she had to go to think time and she said, "I don't know, but I went STRAIGHT to think time."
As if I wasn't concerned enough already, her teacher had overheard our conversation and informed me that the only reason Jentry didn't have to go to the office, was that they no longer felt like it was effective. Keep in mind the office is the second round of discipline! Apparently, she was acting up in think time so they would send her to the office and since that wasn't even working they decided to try placing her in an empty room. My heart sank and I was quite concerned. This was the first I had heard of her behavior being an issue. How could my little angel baby possible be so naughty?
Then the teacher, bless her heart, said that Jentry was getting much better and was making improvements everyday. The fits were not lasting as long and she was starting to handle authority a little better. This really didn't make me feel any better, but I have to give her credit for trying. All the while, Jentry was listening to our conversation and watching my face. As we walked out to the car, she asked me if I was sad. I was completely honest with her and told her, "Yes, I am sad! I am sad that you are such a naughty little girl." Jentry's lip started to quiver and then she broke down in tears. I felt bad for making her cry but at the same time I was very happy to think that she did, at least, have a conscious. I explained that she needed to listen to her teachers at school and do as she is told. I encouraged her to be good all day long, and when I pick her up I want her to proudly proclaim that she didn't have to go to think time OR the office. "Then will you be happy?", she asked.
Each day since, I have asked her how the day went and if she had to go to think time or not. The response has usually been a big grin followed up by a "Well....." and a "Are you happy or sad, mom?"
I have not heard anything more from her teachers in the past two weeks, so I am assuming that Jentry is not acting out of the norm when compared to the other three-year-olds. However, I am still worried that I might have a little rebel on my hands.
As if I wasn't concerned enough already, her teacher had overheard our conversation and informed me that the only reason Jentry didn't have to go to the office, was that they no longer felt like it was effective. Keep in mind the office is the second round of discipline! Apparently, she was acting up in think time so they would send her to the office and since that wasn't even working they decided to try placing her in an empty room. My heart sank and I was quite concerned. This was the first I had heard of her behavior being an issue. How could my little angel baby possible be so naughty?
Then the teacher, bless her heart, said that Jentry was getting much better and was making improvements everyday. The fits were not lasting as long and she was starting to handle authority a little better. This really didn't make me feel any better, but I have to give her credit for trying. All the while, Jentry was listening to our conversation and watching my face. As we walked out to the car, she asked me if I was sad. I was completely honest with her and told her, "Yes, I am sad! I am sad that you are such a naughty little girl." Jentry's lip started to quiver and then she broke down in tears. I felt bad for making her cry but at the same time I was very happy to think that she did, at least, have a conscious. I explained that she needed to listen to her teachers at school and do as she is told. I encouraged her to be good all day long, and when I pick her up I want her to proudly proclaim that she didn't have to go to think time OR the office. "Then will you be happy?", she asked.
Each day since, I have asked her how the day went and if she had to go to think time or not. The response has usually been a big grin followed up by a "Well....." and a "Are you happy or sad, mom?"
I have not heard anything more from her teachers in the past two weeks, so I am assuming that Jentry is not acting out of the norm when compared to the other three-year-olds. However, I am still worried that I might have a little rebel on my hands.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Name that Valentine
This year I found the cutest valentines at Target. I thought they were simply adorable, included the appropriate amount for my needs and to top it all off, they were priced at only five bones! Speaking of bones....I was getting dressed last weekend and Jentry asked, "Why do you have to put that on?" She was referring to my bra. I was stumbling over my words while trying to come up with an age appropriate explanation when she said, "Is that to cover up your bones?" I quickly agreed before she could ask anymore questions. What? A bra does technically cover bones. I regress.
I was ecstatic about the valentines and could not wait to put them together with Jentry for her classmates. Jentry is going to be with her dad this weekend and Monday nights are always crazy, so I knew it was best to get them done this week. I received the list of names from her teacher yesterday and we had a free Wednesday night... perfect! As soon as we got home, I got out all the materials we would need and asked her if she was ready to help me make valentines for her friends. She was already busy doing "homework". In Jentrish, this means taking pieces of paper out of her folder, cutting them with scissors, marking them with random marker colors, putting a piece of tape on them, choosing a sticker to place on them and then placing them back in her folder. She looked up from her "work" and said, "I think you can do that by yourself, mom. It shouldn't be that hard." She took the wind right out of my sails. And here I thought we were going to have a fun and festive evening making valentines and memories. So much for that!
Once I set everything out on the coffee table and she got a glimpse of the sparkly stickers, we were back up and sailing. She stood for awhile but then decided she needed to go get her chair. Then she had go get a box of facial tissues just in case she might need them. This made my heart melt and my mind race back to my childhood. I cannot count how many times I set up a "desk" and all the accessories, just to have my mother make me move it, because it was in the middle of the walkway or at the top of the stairs. I could have spent all day playing office or bank, if only my mother would have let me. Big dork, I know.
It was so much fun to read through the list of names of Jentry's classmates. The list certainly dated me. The names were either really old names that are back en vogue or new names that I had never heard of before.
I realize that Jentry would be classified as one of the names I have never heard before and by no means do I dislike any of the names, however this list is very different from the list of my classmates' names, when I was in preschool. There are no Bradlees, Lindsays, Ashleys, Jeffs, Nathans, Joshuas, Michelles on this new list. Megan was the only name that might have been included on my 80s list. Names and there popularity are truly interesting. You just never know what the new trend is going to be. Unfortunately I have heard of a few boys being named Gentry, lately. I hope hope this does not become extremely popular. Jentry may never forgive me.
When Jentry had finished strategically placing all of the sparkly stickers and I had completed writing each name, we stappled an individual package of mini "nim-a-nims" to the back of each card. Now we are ready for the big day of love!
I was ecstatic about the valentines and could not wait to put them together with Jentry for her classmates. Jentry is going to be with her dad this weekend and Monday nights are always crazy, so I knew it was best to get them done this week. I received the list of names from her teacher yesterday and we had a free Wednesday night... perfect! As soon as we got home, I got out all the materials we would need and asked her if she was ready to help me make valentines for her friends. She was already busy doing "homework". In Jentrish, this means taking pieces of paper out of her folder, cutting them with scissors, marking them with random marker colors, putting a piece of tape on them, choosing a sticker to place on them and then placing them back in her folder. She looked up from her "work" and said, "I think you can do that by yourself, mom. It shouldn't be that hard." She took the wind right out of my sails. And here I thought we were going to have a fun and festive evening making valentines and memories. So much for that!
Once I set everything out on the coffee table and she got a glimpse of the sparkly stickers, we were back up and sailing. She stood for awhile but then decided she needed to go get her chair. Then she had go get a box of facial tissues just in case she might need them. This made my heart melt and my mind race back to my childhood. I cannot count how many times I set up a "desk" and all the accessories, just to have my mother make me move it, because it was in the middle of the walkway or at the top of the stairs. I could have spent all day playing office or bank, if only my mother would have let me. Big dork, I know.
It was so much fun to read through the list of names of Jentry's classmates. The list certainly dated me. The names were either really old names that are back en vogue or new names that I had never heard of before.
Cael Kennedy
Kaylie Sophie
Gracie Olivia
Megan Tate
Aleigha Jentry
Lily Akya
Grant Nevaeh
I realize that Jentry would be classified as one of the names I have never heard before and by no means do I dislike any of the names, however this list is very different from the list of my classmates' names, when I was in preschool. There are no Bradlees, Lindsays, Ashleys, Jeffs, Nathans, Joshuas, Michelles on this new list. Megan was the only name that might have been included on my 80s list. Names and there popularity are truly interesting. You just never know what the new trend is going to be. Unfortunately I have heard of a few boys being named Gentry, lately. I hope hope this does not become extremely popular. Jentry may never forgive me.
When Jentry had finished strategically placing all of the sparkly stickers and I had completed writing each name, we stappled an individual package of mini "nim-a-nims" to the back of each card. Now we are ready for the big day of love!
Valentine's Day card making success!
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sesame Street Sunday
I can not remember the last time I was home with Jentry for an entire weekend. Between the holidays, two jet setting trips to Las Vegas in January and the ol' Highway 6 to Sutton, I simply have not been home much at all in the last, well like I said, I can't remember.
My first trip to Las Vegas was work related, but I turned right around and flew back the following weekend for fun. Nathan's friend Matt was turning 30 and his wife planned a surprise trip to Las Vegas complete with matching t-shirts for everyone to wear. The gang consisted of 31 friends and family and boy did we have fun! The surprise was a complete success. It was also great mini vaca for Nathan and me. I put three dollars into a slot machine and when my credits totaled six dollars, I decided to cashed out. My logic was that I had doubled my money. Nathan laughed at me, but he certainly could not say the same.
Our wonderful weekend at home began Friday evening in the rain. Jentry was so excited to finally be able to use her new umbrella from Santa.
Saturday morning we got down and dirty with laundry. Jentry played in her new cage while I sorted through her entire closet. Boy do I miss the days when my body fit completely under a laundry basket.
On Monday, January 30th, the temperature in Lincoln was 70 degrees. As you saw above, Friday was rainy with a high of around 45 degrees. By Saturday afternoon, there was so much snow we were eating our way out.
All day Saturday, Jentry kept looking out the window and reminding me that, "It is STILL snowing, mom." To which I would ask, "Is it ever going to stop?" Jentry's response, "That naughty God!" By Saturday night, Lincoln had received around a foot of snow.
Jentry and I did venture out of the house to eat supper at the Hamiltons Saturday night. I think they were going equally as crazy. The kids had fun playing together and I had fun conversing with other adults. I even got a chance to try Chad's venison pot roast. Not too shabby, I must say.
Sunday the sun came out and the snow started to melt from trees. Jentry requested pancakes and sausage for breakfast which sounded great to me. When I put the plate in front of her she would not touch a single piece. I encouraged, then warned, then threaten, and finally we left for church. No breakfast for Jentry, which meant no snacks at church either. Much to my surprise she was a perfect angel. She was the best I have ever seen her in church. She usually plays with her toys, but this Sunday she just quietly sat next to me the entire time.
After lunch, we went to Sesame Street Live with Isaac and Aunt Kelly. The kids had so much fun being silly.
Chad was happy to stay home with Anna. He was slightly concerned about Sesame Street Live interfering with the Super Bowl, but we were home just in time for the game. The Hamiltons were going to a friend's house for a Super Bowl party and Jentry wanted to go along, until I explained that they were going to watch football all evening. She decided she would rather stay home. She is really more of a Sesame Street Sunday versus Supper Bowl Sunday kinda girl.
My first trip to Las Vegas was work related, but I turned right around and flew back the following weekend for fun. Nathan's friend Matt was turning 30 and his wife planned a surprise trip to Las Vegas complete with matching t-shirts for everyone to wear. The gang consisted of 31 friends and family and boy did we have fun! The surprise was a complete success. It was also great mini vaca for Nathan and me. I put three dollars into a slot machine and when my credits totaled six dollars, I decided to cashed out. My logic was that I had doubled my money. Nathan laughed at me, but he certainly could not say the same.
We even got to stop at the famous Welcome to Las Vegas sign on our bus ride from the airport.
Here is one with the birthday boy and his buddies. What a crew!
Our wonderful weekend at home began Friday evening in the rain. Jentry was so excited to finally be able to use her new umbrella from Santa.
Catching rain drops on her tongue.
Saturday morning we got down and dirty with laundry. Jentry played in her new cage while I sorted through her entire closet. Boy do I miss the days when my body fit completely under a laundry basket.
On Monday, January 30th, the temperature in Lincoln was 70 degrees. As you saw above, Friday was rainy with a high of around 45 degrees. By Saturday afternoon, there was so much snow we were eating our way out.
And taking part in a little lot of shoveling! Jentry took one turn and said, "It's too heavy!"
She took care of the "castle" instead.
Jentry and I did venture out of the house to eat supper at the Hamiltons Saturday night. I think they were going equally as crazy. The kids had fun playing together and I had fun conversing with other adults. I even got a chance to try Chad's venison pot roast. Not too shabby, I must say.
Sunday the sun came out and the snow started to melt from trees. Jentry requested pancakes and sausage for breakfast which sounded great to me. When I put the plate in front of her she would not touch a single piece. I encouraged, then warned, then threaten, and finally we left for church. No breakfast for Jentry, which meant no snacks at church either. Much to my surprise she was a perfect angel. She was the best I have ever seen her in church. She usually plays with her toys, but this Sunday she just quietly sat next to me the entire time.
After lunch, we went to Sesame Street Live with Isaac and Aunt Kelly. The kids had so much fun being silly.
Silly poses...
Silly face #1...
Silly face #2
Silly face #3
Silly, Sesame swingin' in their seats..
Chad was happy to stay home with Anna. He was slightly concerned about Sesame Street Live interfering with the Super Bowl, but we were home just in time for the game. The Hamiltons were going to a friend's house for a Super Bowl party and Jentry wanted to go along, until I explained that they were going to watch football all evening. She decided she would rather stay home. She is really more of a Sesame Street Sunday versus Supper Bowl Sunday kinda girl.
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