My birthday and 2 week well check

How interesting that my birthday post just happens to fall on my 500th post!  Wow.  For 500 days over the last couple of years I have spouted off something.  And the craziest part is a few people actually read it!  I'll save the mushy stuff for my blog-aversiary, which now that I think about it, I missed.  Oops. 

Yesterday was my birthday!  I am now closer to 30 than I am 25, and that's just weird.  It was such a nice day!  I made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, which I shared with my boy.  Then we went to the library with Shae and the boys, where Luke proceeded to show me that he did not need so much sugar for breakfast.  Child was running amok in the library, and tried to get Dakota to get into mischief with him.  Finally we just had to leave due to my inability to control him.  We went home to some lunch and nap time.  Evan's cord finally fell off a couple of days ago so I was finally able to take a shower with her.  She seemed to love it!  And by love it, I mean she didn't cry or fuss when the water was running on her.  Then I fed her, put her down, and turned nap time over to Mom, who came over to baby sit while I ducked out for a pedicure. 

Momma's got some new toes!  For dinner the family took me out to where ever I wanted, and can you believe I picked Blue Goose?!  I know, it's Mexican food.  But all I could think about was those seafood enchilada's that I had the last time I was there.  So off we went.  After dinner we all went back to Mom and Dad's to open presents and have cake.  I picked an ice cream cake this year, and it was wonderful.  Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the fam all evening.  It was kind of a miss mash of family members.  Obviously Mom, Dad, and Ashley were there, but this year's festivities also include my cousin Cade (who has been in town for the last week and a half taking a class to get his certification in teaching) and Grandy (who came down on Monday).  It goes without saying that there has been a plethora of arms waiting for my kids! 

Today was Evan's 2 week well check.  On the one hand I can't believe it's already been two weeks, but on the other it feels like she has always been a part of our family.  We aren't complete without her.  Baby girl passed her check up with flying colors!  All she had to be was back up to her birth weight of 8 lbs 9 ozs, and she came in at 8 lbs 15 ozs- that's in the 75th percentile!  She's grown a fourth of an inch in the last two weeks, clocking her length in the 90th percentile.  Luke has NEVER been above the 50th in any of his percentiles.  I knew I had a big girl on my hands!

I do have to relay this little story from today.  While I was getting myself ready, Luke found a nail head in the closet that was already totally banged in, so he got out his tools and hammered on it some more.  It made quite a racket, but when I watched him I could tell he wasn't doing anything any harm. 

(excuse the mess, I was also sorting/doing laundry)

So I left the room and went to get the girl dressed.  I was seriously gone for 5 minutes or so.  When I came back in I was greeted with a not so pleasant sight.  He had found my largest sized knitting needle on the floor of the closet and had some how created a giant hole in the wall, jammed it in, and bent the needle at a 90 degree angle (ruining it).  I'm talking a good 2 inch by 1 inch hole in my closet.  I was a little speechless when I saw it, and he ran off to his room.  I went in to tell him that he wasn't in trouble, it was my fault for not watching him, but that we don't poke holes in the wall.  At least it's the closet and not somewhere more visible, right?