On August 23, Will celebrated his 31st birthday. Yes, he is old. He woke up the other day and realized he was all grown up. I'm still in denial, but my wrinkles and thinning hair are starting to convince me otherwise. Will's parents and sister were still in town, so we celebrated with the usual free meal at Joe's, then went home for homemade carrot cake. Don't ask me for the recipe- it's too good and I'll never make it again because it called for 1 cup of oil. You can only eat/make that kind of stuff for birthdays... Anyway...
celebrating...
still celebrating...
smoke alarm going off
After Will opened his running clothes (once you get into marathons or triathlons, say good-bye to normal presents cause whether you need it or not, you will get exercise gear), Grant opened his present that he picked out for himself. I generously gave him $2 for a few birthday gifts for DAD at the Dollar Store. Grant picked out Tootsie Pops for Will (they are Grant's favorite :) and then a sparkly pink pony caught his eye and he had to have it. He said, "We can wrap this and Dad will give it to me for his birthday." That pink pony has been the treasured toy of every boy who has come to play. It's magical.
That weekend we had Dorothy stay with the boys while we went on our own weekend get-away. This was such a fun and incredibly CHEAP vacation. The night before, I bid on a resort online and for $60, I got the Hyatt Scottsdale Resort with 15 pools (or something like that) and really nice rooms. We at dinner, using Will's Birthday coupons you get when you sign up for Brio's fan club- that was a $40 meal for $4 (but we did leave a good tip...) The next morning, we hiked/ran Camelback, which was conveniently 10 minutes away. That was free, of course. We wanted breakfast afterward, but forgot our wallets, so we gathered up all the change in the car and shared a bagel and a few bananas for around $2. I should write a book called "The Royal Cheapskate."
So fun to hike without kids!!
Dorothy brought the kiddos to play with us later that morning. We had a blast!
And poor Dorothy was watching us the whole time in the 115 degree heat! What are the odds that she would come and visit us during our record hottest week of the summer?
Is it just me or does Owen's head look as big as Dorothy's?
Fun, fun week... Grandma Dorothy is amazing with the boys and can fix ANYTHING in the house. We owe her big time for all the help- in the dead of summer, too! What a trooper.
