This past weekend was a birthday extravaganza. Audrey turned 3 on the 27th, and Wade and I both have our birthdays on the 28th. It's crazy having all of us crammed together like that, but kind of great too.
On Friday, I hung out with Audrey at home, like I usually do. One thing you should know about Audrey is that she changes her clothes 23849723894 times a day. I went upstairs and found her throwing all of her clothes onto the floor, and standing in her underwear and a pair of leg warmers.
And then she was sitting on the Barbie couch and wearing those Harry Potter glasses that are by her feet, and I wanted to squeeze her for how cute all of it was. She got annoyed with me for asking her to put the glasses back on so I could take her picture, and flat out refused.
Then I tried to get her down for a nap in the "big bed" (what she calls my bed) and we took a few silly pictures in there before nap time. What the pictures do not show is that she was so keyed up that you would swear I only feed her Pop Tarts and Red Bull, and she was squealing like crazy.
That night, Wade and I hired a sitter and went out for dinner alone for the first time since we've had Audrey. It was weird to not be telling anyone to stop messing around and just eat their food, or to sit down because it's eating time and not running around time. We got to eat our dinner and talk to each other and it was fantastic. And the place we went to had a gluten-free menu that actually was awesome instead of just being like, "order this without anything on it" like most places do. This place took the whole GF thing very seriously and the food was amazing.
I also had 1and ½ glasses of red wine and am certain that I am allergic to the sulfites in it, because I was so drunk I couldn't stand up by myself. I had to have Wade escort me to the bathroom because I had to pee so bad but was really nervous about being the stupid drunk girl who falls down in the restaurant. I mean, I wasn't just a little tipsy - the entire room was wobbly to me and I was trying really hard to focus because I think drunk people are gross. For some reason, only wine does that to me. If I had hard liquor, I would have been fine. So I think it's the sulfites in wine that jack me up, and not the alcohol content.
When we got back, Julian wanted to take our picture, and Audrey hopped in.
See Julian's smartass face? This is the second picture with him - because the first one, he was doing his standard zombie face where he rolls his eyes to the back of his head and makes his jaw go slack. He does it for every picture lately, and while it is very funny, it makes it difficult to take a decent picture.
This was Audrey's birthday cake. I saw the ombre cake idea on Pinterest and figured I could pull it off. It turned out to be the easiest cake I've ever decorated, but probably the prettiest. It was seriously just drawing circles with frosting.
The birthday girl spinning in her party dress:
(Do I even need to mention that she changed her clothes 3 more times that evening before we even had cake?)
The best big brother ever, dancing with his little sister:
The Meeps are all birthdayed out for another year.