Birfday

My birthday was good.  Nothing too special (or you can decide), but at this age, I really don't expect or want anything.  Rick let me sleep in (or try to), we went to the farmers market and ran my errands, then we went out to lunch.

Then at lunch, Bobby promptly chugged his milk, said his tummy ache, was sitting next to me, then he puked on me.  Luckily he really hadn't eaten anything, and most of it landed on my napkin, but still, vomit. on me.  Went home, cleaned up, Bobby and I took naps, then we went out again to buy my present. Rick got me a tv for the kitchen.  It's still in the box because I don't know if I want to go there, but I'm sure we will.  Then we got Chick Fil A for dinner. Seriously. Then Rick got me an ice cream cake.  I actually think he got it more for him though.

Next day, we had a play date with a set of twin boys that are a month older than Bobby, then Judy came over and Rick and I went to a movie.  And either because we're boring or it was a weird time of day, we couldn't think of anything else to do and went home. (I did suggest Lowes though)  So we went home, to find Bobby had never fallen asleep for his nap because he needed to poop.  And somehow, although he always lets himself out of his room when he's done sleeping, if something is up, he'll just sit in bed and cry.  That combined with not-me going in to get him, he never made it to the potty and pooped in his pants. There's a first time for everything. (I think that was his first puke too) So, it really sucks that Judy had to clean it up, but she was way apologetic when really we should have been...

So, lots of bodily functions and rambling in this post.  And here's a picture with his two new friends...

He actually was super cute with them and introduced them to each other and role played. Poor things.