February starts the steady stream of family birthdays that carries on until the summer. Coordinating to get everyone together to celebrate can be tricky, but so far it has worked out pretty easily. We planned to have lunch with my mom for her and Tyson's birthday, then dinner at my dad's for Britt and Tyson (again) birthday. Tyson called me at 7am on Saturday morning with one request: "Casa Bonita". I love Mexican food of all kinds, and I'm not scared of Casa Bonita food, so of course I was interested in revisiting this magical place. Mike and I laughed when we thought about how long it had been since we had both been there (the last time he was there, Tyson wasn't even born yet). We also talked about how you think its this amazing place when you're little, with nooks and crannys and caves and so much to explore...then when you go again as an adult, you realize its a creepy building in a strip mall that you wouldn't want to be in when a fire started (they really try to manage the flow of people: Get in line to order here. Walk this way to sit. Up these stairs and around the bend to the arcade. Where is the exit?!?!)
Soon after talking to Tyson, my mom texts me..."Where should we go for birthday lunch...Capital Grille? Ale House? Four Season?" I laughed so hard. She was going to be pretty sad when she realized we would be eating velveeta cheese and cheap sopapillas for lunch.
A few enchiladas, sopapillas, and gorilla/diver shows later, we headed up to birthday celebration #2 (also a mexican food feast...don't mind if I do!) and decided to swing by Babies R Us to register. Registering for gifts feels like a chore. I know we need things, but how do you choose? So you need a hooded towel...well here are 6 different hooded towels, all with weird patterns and characters on them, each a teensy bit different. It stresses me out. Mike was in charge of the registry gun and he really went to town. Especially towards the end, I think he may have gunned a few preemie outfits with ridiculous sayings on them out of delirium. The list of things we still need to pick out is growing by the day, and I think I am going to accept the challenge of making the curtains because I just can't find what I want. Either way, if our little guy was to arrive tomorrow, I'm sure we'd be fine. All you need is love, right? RIGHT??
Tomorrow starts my 3rd trimester! Pretty sure the honeymoon of being comfortable and carefree ends meow. Bring it on, baby boy!!!
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