Spring Means...

Birthdays. Spring means birthdays around here and Micah is officially eight years old now. He sort of got jipped this year because he was sick as a dog on his actual birthday day and so was I (oh, and so was Oscar. And Saoirse...it was a difficult week). We literally laid around in my bed all day, all of us, and slept or tried to. We watched PBS Kids for 100 hours straight and barely spoke a word to one another. It wiped us out. So. Yeah. His birthday pretty much sucked.

Luckily we were feeling better by the end of the week and birthday cake is still delicious even if it's not technically your day of birth. Even if it's a lousy store bought cake because your mom was still recovering. Even if.

Plus Micah's favorite cousin came over to celebrate with us, and that practically made up for everything. In fact, I'm almost positive it more than made up for it.

Then we did it all over again the next night. This time a joint cake for the boys, whose birthdays fall within just a few days of each other.

Brendan's birthday is coming up in the next week and he got an early present....

Father son banjos, is that like the coolest thing you've ever heard of? Just look at these handsome boys and their beautiful banjos.

Other than that, life has been scooting along at a pretty fast pace. It's just pure chaos at times actually, yet we still manage our weekly coffee dates just the Mr. and Mrs. I've been working on a cute little knitting project.

Baby leg warmers.....

On account of there is this wonderful lady I know and love who is having a baby! Yvonne's shower was a few weeks ago and we joined together to celebrate the only way we know how. Food, drink, merriment, obsene amounts of "oooohhhing and ahhhing" over adorable baby paraphernalia and of course tons of laughter and love to go around.

Did I mention the cake?

Lemon poppy seed and pretty much to die for, it was so good!

Anyways, here we are at Friday again and the morning was a whirl wind. I got up at 4:45am to get to the gym for an early Spin class followed by an hour of weight lifting. My ankle is no where near healed and I'm teetering between acceptance and nervous break down, haven't made up my mind yet on that but I'll let you know right away once it's official. I had built up my running endurance to about 75 minutes a stretch, and now I'm back down to zero, which is why I seem to be filling the cardio space with a ton of classes.

But really I just want to run. Going to stop here because even just typing this out is pushing me closer to the nervous break down side of things. Sigh.

In all honesty what I should probably do in order to completely rehab this ankle is stop all exercise for a while (did I just say that out loud?!). Crud.

Happy weekends all. If you need me I'll be at the gym in utter denial.