In N Out...yummm

In N Out...Yum.

It's the goodness of my youth.

It was the special treat on youth camps or vacations because they did not yet exist in Las Vegas...only California. I remember it being the highlight of those trips. Yes...I have always loved food :) Big surprise...

I think I was in college when they finally got In N Out here in town. It was a good day. Actually...it was an awesome day. The juicy goodness. The all natural ingredients. The bible verse on the cups. The fries...let us all pause for a moment of silence.

And we're back...

My husband might, in fact, be their #1 fan. He is filled with joyful glee whenever we go to there...so when we were trying to figure out where to eat on our family day and the boy shouted out "HOW BOUT IN N OUT?" It took only seconds for us to be in the car and on the way to our juicy, cheesy, onion-y, all natural (it makes me feel better to mention it) goodness that awaited us at our In N Out.

We were, of course, loud and obnoxious as I anxiously searched for a booth. Why is it that no matter what time of day it is there are exactly one million people at In N Out?

There is always a line. There is always a stare down with another family for the next available table (I can assure you that I always win...and I say that in the most humbleway possible). There is almost always an elderly person sitting by themselves and we always become instant friends. I can't help myself. I just love old people. And I hate to see them sitting alone. So we become friends and they sit and talk with us while we have lunch. This particular day, I am sad to say, there were no old people. But we managed to have a good time anyway :)

See how happy he is? And then he slowly goes into an In N Out coma...it's a happy place...don't worry. You should try it sometime.

Baby Z was, of course, an angel. And the boy...well...he's my boy. He's fun, and active and loves his milkshakes. How did I get to be the luckiest lady on the planet?

In N Out...I can smell the french fries calling me. If you haven't ever ordered them well done, I highly recommend it. Yummmm...

Lovesandboys,

Bekah

We Are Not Fancy So Much

Today was Valentine's Day.

Heart shaped Pancakes for the boy. check

2 hour nap for the boy. check

3 hour nap for baby Z. check

Free babysitting for the boys (thank you parents!). check

A super fantastical evening with the love. check

We have never really been into Valentine's Day but I have to say...this year's was super. My mom is one of those crazy (and by crazy I mean crazy awesome) grandma's who makes a big deal about every holiday with her favorite people on earth...the grandkids. Sometimes I wish I was her grandkid. So a Valentines party was planned (complete with heart shaped everything, balloons, presents, chocolate...why do they even want to come home?). Seeing that we were not invited to this event...grandkids only...we went on a date. Dinner with my sis and bro-in-law (shrimp on a stone...yummmm). And then a movie. Cheesecake Factory deliciousness to go. Thursday night shows goodness...Community, The Office, 30 Rock, Parks and Rec & Outsourced (it's my favorite TV night...don't judge me. You don't even know me!) It was delightful and perfectly sweet. We are, however, not fancy so much. And I like that about us. I pretty much like everything about us.

I like that we don't have to get fancy to know the evening is special.

I like that we still hold hands.

I like that we stop holding hands before they start to sweat.

I like that we laugh at stupid things together.

I like that we both are getting old.

I like that we are best friends.

I like that we make cute kids.

I like that I still like spending time with him.

I like us.

Happy Valentine's Day

Lovesandboys,

Bekah

Happy Booger Sunday!

I had to take baby Z to the all night Pediatric Care last night. He's been struggling all week with sinus and congestion (translate: boogers, cough and snots) but yesterday he all of a sudden broke out into a fever. So, we did what most good parents do in this situation. Put him to bed early to see how things would go. He went down at 7 and woke up every 20 minutes moaning or crying until 11 when I finally decided to just take him in.

Husbands are of no use in these situations. I mean...God bless him. He's incredible. But his answer to "should I take him in?" is almost always, "nah. Let's wait it out and let the poor kid suffer until his fever spikes so high that he has to go to the ER." Oops...I think I just translated that in my head. Anyway...doing what any good wife would do...I ignored his advice and called my mom. She agreed that I should take him in. Thanks mom! :)

So...an hour and a half later we were on our way home with antibiotics for a double ear infection. I hate to be the one to say it, but I TOLD YOU SO LOVE! I can't even believe that man loves me as much as he does. I am such a nuisance :) But...Baby Z was in bed, with motrin and antibiotics in his system by 1:20am. Poor little dude! I must insert here...that my baby was still a perfect angel and as sweet as ever. I am not kidding you. This kid is a literal angel from heaven. Thank you Jesus!

Here's the fun part. He woke up this morning at about 10:15. Words cannot describe the appearance of my sweet baby boy.

Boogers.

Boogers.

Boogers.

I just don't even know what else to say. Boogers in his eyes. On his eyelids and eyebrows. Boogers on his cheeks. Boogers in his hair. Boogers on his neck. THE giantest (it's a word...look it up) booger I have ever seen COMPLETELY sealing his right nostril. I tried to take a picture really fast with my phone but it just didn't do it justice. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Yes. AT him. I realize what kind of a mother this makes me...I'm ok with this. Poor baby.

Happy Booger Sunday!

Lovesandboys,

Bekah

Eye Boogers

Today I stayed home. My baby Z is sick. Sads.

He has eye boogers (this phrase completely grosses out my dad btw and makes me laugh) coming out like crazy. Poor kid. It's like his nose and eyes have become one. Just green goo everywhere. You're welcome.

So...the boy was going to go to school but I just couldn't bring myself to do it knowing I would be home all day. I just pictured him. Stuck at school. All sad and lonely. Eating his balogne sandwich at some cold, hard, red-colored table, with exactly one million kids surrounding him. It's really only 6 kids at his table, but in my mom brain, he's surrounded by gross snotty (from the nose kind, not the stuck up kind) kids who's mom's don't love them enough to stay at home. Then he'll stand in line like cattle to use the restroom before proceeding to a mat on the floor where he will lay awake for 2 hours. Because my kid WON'T SLEEP AT SCHOOL!

Wow...that was super dramatic.

Why do we do that to ourselves? Why do we play these things up in our brains and then torture ourselves with them? (or maybe it's just me?)

The true reality is that his preschool is awesome. He loves to eat lunch with his friends. I am pretty sure that they go to the bathroom one by one when they are done eating (I will have to check on this one). And the mats are covered with his sheet from home and a cozy blanket...also from home. That's not even mentioning the fun stuff they do in the morning! Seat work...actual learning instead of just wrestling, games and movie watching with Mommy...they are much better parents than me :)...Going outside to play on the swings and slides and run around like monkeys (and I might add...where someone else has to smell the sweaty funk).

And he didn't even sleep at nap time at home today.

We had a ton of fun though so I guess the dramatic-ness (it's a word for heaven's sake) was worth it.

Mom guilt. It's a beautiful thing that all the mom's in the universe will have just have to learn to deal with. How did dad's get off so easy? :)

Eye boogers. Yum. Somewhere my dad is throwing up in his mouth a little bit.

Lovesandboys,

Bekah

PS - tomorrow he's going to school...