Sunday, April 24, 2011


Happy 3rd Birthday to my Easter baby!
(Well, this year she's an easter baby... and not so much a baby anymore.)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Yesterday, my husband turned THIRTY! Wow. I have officially known him for more than half his life. In my attempt to be a good wife and let him know how loved he is, I decided to throw him a surprise party. Eight months pregnant. It was a major success, but WHAT was I thinking?

I know what I was thinking. In Ryan's perfect world he would have a surprise party for every one of his birthdays. When we were first married, he kept throwing me parties for my birthdays & I kept planning awesome, just us dates for his. We soon realized that we were giving each other what we really wanted for ourselves. (One of the many perks of being married to someone long enough is that eventually you learn how to make the other person happy on their terms).

*he was actually surprised. I couldn't believe it.

I tried to throw Ryan a surprise party once before, but it was a failure. He wasn't surprised and the party wasn't that cool. But this year he turned thirty. And that's supposed to be a big deal. I know his feelings & priorities are already being put on the back burning because I'm pregnant, so I really wanted him to know he's still loved.

I was SO happy with the turn out of people who came to show their love! Some of Ryan's best friends were even there from out of state. I had catered mexican food (his favorite) and a DJ so we could turn it into a dance party (also his favorite). I kept joking that I was basically throwing Ryan a wedding reception for his birthday. The man loves a good dance party. He also loved that he got to pick all the music. He prefers top 40 and early 90's hip hop. He HATES it when a DJ throws on something other than hip hop. During the party he whispered in my ear "Do you know what the best part about this being MY party is? No 'My Sherona,' no 'I Love Rock N Roll,' no 'Love Shack,' no 'Play That Funky Music White Boy'!"

The best gift anyone could have given Ryan was to get their booty out on the dance floor. And his friends did not disappoint. Here you can see them playing the game where everyone has to copy the dance moves of the person in front. It looks SO funny! Like a choreographed dance. I wish I would have videotaped it.

I love you Ryan. Happy Birthday.