I found these great bins at IKEA on Wednesday. They are collapsible and come in packs of 3 for $14.00. I thought that was a great deal, because fabric bins at Target can easily run nearly $10/bin. I labeled them with fabric markers. Darcy has been having an attitude about cleaning up lately, so I am going to try to make it easier and maybe more fun for her. Since she cannot read the labels, I am going to safety pin pictures to the bins, so that she knows what goes in them.
We are overrun by stuffed toys. So, I am in the process of figuring out what will be donated. I also have one of those stuffed toy hammock things that I am going to hang up for some storage.
The Brooks family arsenal. Aidan has more squirt guns and Nerf guns than any kid I know. Most of them were gifts. He even has Nerf swords, a Nerf bow and arrow, a Thundercats sword, and a light saber with sound and lights. We are ready for war, folks.
Ok Movin' on....
So, yesterday was my birthday. It was a good day, although I wouldn't exactly call it exciting. Tim is off this week, so we had a nice, lazy morning with the kids. We could not figure out what to do or where to go, so I suggest, "Why don't we go down to Great American Ball Park to the Pro Shop?" I have been wanting a new Reds t-shirt, and where better to go than the pro shop, right? WRONG-O.
So, we get in the car and make the 15 minute drive into downtown Cincinnati. We pay $3 to park our car.
We get to the pro-shop and walk in the doors.
We walk right back out. Forty dollars for a damn t-shirt?? You have GOT to be shitting me!!
After that, we decided to drive to one of our favorite parts of town to do a little shopping and have dinner later. The kids were being little beasts. When I thought that I couldn't take it anymore, this happened:
Thank God for small miracles.
Tim and I take turns running into places we want to go, so that the beasts could continue to hibernate. This is what we have resorted to, folks. I miss shopping alone.
We stop for my "birthday cake."
Because I am trying to mend my fat girl ways, I order the smallest size and share it with Darcy. It worked out well, and I avoided some of the calories and the guilt.
Olive Garden for dinner. Their portobello mushroom ravioli is amazing. For such a rich dish, the calories were not insane. Not a meal I could eat every day, but it was my birthday. I am going to eat something special.
The ice cream did take me over my calorie allowance for the day, but it is ok. I don't eat Coldstone and Olive Garden every day or every month, even!
And now, for the best birthday card award:
This is the card that my sister, Carrie, sent me. I cannot explain why this is funny. It just is. So there.