Birthday Fun and My Swimsuit

I talked with Vernon about the future of this blog, and he has just requested that I don't talk about our sex life as much. (So, I guess I won't tell you what we did last night, wink, wink.) And as long as I keep our last names out of the posts (although you can clearly see what our last name is in the posts I posted on our Christmas cards), as long as I don't actually TYPE it, then it won't come up in a google search (like, if somebody is searching my husband's name).

Now, on to today's topics... We celebrated Vernon's birthday yesterday. I'm not very good at giving gifts. They are usually lame. I'm just not very good at it. And since Vernon's birthday is so close to Christmas, there is all this pressure to get all sorts of gifts in a short amount of time, and I fail miserably every time.

But, over the years, for all of the lame gifts I have given (this year it was some winter thing that covers his ears without messing up his hair), I have tried to make up for it with the experience of the day. I'm better at coming up with an experience than with a gift. (For example, one year we went to waterslides, went to Winnipeg another year, I threw him a surprise party for his 30th, etc.)

So, this year, I rented us a hotel room for the night (with the kids, so we could all go swimming and stuff). It was fun.

We started the day at home with birthday cake for breakfast. (I am still not totally at home in the kitchen yet, and haven't really gotten in the swing of cooking, so it was just this organic gluten-free cake mix topped with cream that we whipped up and mixed with stevia for the topping.)

Then we went to an open gym at a gymnastics place. This is picture of us in the foam pit. (I like this picture because I am nursing Peace. How many people do you think have nursed a child in the foam pit at a gymnastics place? I think I may be the only one. That makes me feel special.)

And then we went out to a Chinese buffet for lunch (because Vernon enjoys a good Chinese buffet). Which I bet makes you wonder why I try so hard to have a healthy cake when we go out and eat like this for lunch anyway. I don't know, people. I don't know.

I took this picture of Ezra there, which I like. He looks very brooding.

And here is a picture of me at the hotel swimming pool...

which I wanted to include because, seven years ago, I took this picture with Ocean... and our swimsuits are the same. Isn't that interesting? (read: pathetic)