Mason turned 3 about 2 weeks ago. When I asked him what kind of cake he wanted he would say, "A pirate cake..... a spiderman cake....... spongebob cake......... can I have a snack?" I decided to go with the pirate cake and found some good ideas on the internet. But as you can see, it was kind of huge disaster. It was more pirate island than pirate ship. Luckily Mason still liked it and it still tasted like cake. I think Mason liked his presents.........or he at least liked them for the 10 minutes he got to play with them before Maddy took over. Here are three things we like about Mason: 1. He says at least one really funny thing everyday. 2. He loves to play and have fun with Maddy and Jack. 3. He loves swords, bugs, mud, digging in said mud, wrestling, and eating. Happy Birthday Mason! We love you!
This week we went to the county fair. I took the kids in the morning and then we went back later that evening. I think they really liked all of the animals. Here's a picture of Mason and a llama that apparently did rather well at the fair. He must be so proud. Maddy and Mason got to have one of those snow cone things and they finally both decided on root beer flavored. This is what Jack did at the fair. Must not have been exciting enough for him......or maybe he's just really tired from not sleeping at night? Here is the view from where we watched part of the rodeo. These ladies were riding their horses around shooting at balloons. It didn't really seem safe to be standing right there watching but no one else seemed worried.
We have to get our own health insurance now.... one of the joys of being your own boss I suppose. Anyways, the company finally got back to us after a month and said that everyone was accepted for the insurance except me. They can't accept me because of my height to weight ratio......which is basically just a nice way of saying you are too fat. I guess they have some chart of heights and weights and if you are over at all you are automatically rejected. So yup, I'm feeling pretty darn good about myself. I was only 4 lbs. over their limit and they don't care about that or that I just had a baby or that I'm really trying hard to lose weight or that I really like cookies. I cried after I opened the letter..... and then I ate some ice cream. Just kidding, I said I was never going to eat again. I was already feeling bad about myself and that just didn't help. Sam kept telling me that it wasn't that big of a deal but nobody just told him that he was too fat to have health insurance. So I'm going to lose weight and I'm putting it on the blog so that maybe it will help me to stay motivated to know that the 5 people who actually look at the blog know about my plans.....and I'm pretty sure that was a horrible run on sentence. I've lost 5 lbs so far. Just 20 more to go. I'll just tell ODS that I'm going to give my fat money to some other insurance company. Don't worry mom, I really won't stop eating. I like food and I hate throwing up so that pretty much eliminates an eating disorder. Normally I don't put things like this on the blog but it's kind of making me feel better to complain about it.