Our days meaning mine and Jer's birthday's. I have to admit it was quite odd to be "home" for our birthday's this year. As I've mentioned before (a gazillion times), we've always celebrated our birthday's and anniversary somewhere. Whether it be in another state or another country.
This year. We did a stay-cation. Wholly due to the fact that we are saving our pennies for B's birthday celebrating out of the state. We want to make his 2nd birthday extra special. Why, you ask? Just because. But mainly because we want to make memories. And partly because it will be his first time at the beach and none other than ON his birthday. It's a win-win. Very methodical, I tell ya.
So, enough about B's gonna-be-a-blast-birthday-on-the-beach, let's get to our birthday's.
Jer's birthday was on July 6th. Which happened to land on a Friday. Which was also perfect since we could stay out as late as we wanted since there was no work the next day. So, I had my mom come over to spend the night and watch B.
We were headed out to the Texas Ranger baseball game. We left kinda early because we had to run an errand (dealing with some personal stuff, post to come later about it) and we thought we might want to stop and eat dinner before the game. Then realizing that we'd rather eat at the stadium, we went on ahead and walked around the stadium while souvenir shopping and decided what fattening foods we wanted to eat.Since he is somewhat obsessed, okay he IS obsessed with the Rangers, I decided that that's what we would do. Spend that evening at the Rangers game (luckily they had a home game that night). But I planned on surprising him.
A week before (which was totally too late for the good seats. big fat bummer) I got online and ordered our tickets. Then I printed the receipt and went about my day. Weellll.....going about my day means that I forgot to pick up the receipt off our printer and tuck it away some place he couldn't see it. A few days later, Jer was working from home and picked it up. Saw the words "Rangers" and "will call" and then put it aside.
He knew! He knew what was going on but never mentioned what he saw. Little stinker. But he told me it's because he didn't want me to think I had ruined the surprise. Ha. So, needless to say, he loved the "surprise" and we had a spectacular time alone, at the game, eating bad food and me getting to look over at him so darn happy.
Despite it being hot (thankfully we were in the shade section. behind home plate) until the sun went down. I could have cared less about the heat. All I cared about was him happy and seeing him
obnoxiously cheering! :)
Because, silly me, didn't pay for our parking tickets online ahead of time we parked a little ways away from the stadium. And in this Texas heat there was no way we wanted to walk. So when this guy on a bike with a tandem seat behind him came by and asked if we wanted a ride, we paid him and hopped on. And boy was it a ride! His turns were so scary. I honestly thought we were going to tump/tip over. I'm pretty sure one of the back wheels came up off the ground on each turn.
On one of the straightaways, I managed to snap a picture of the birthday boy.
Waiting patiently in line to get our baseball caps. Jer got a red one (that I ended up wearing that night during the game because I liked it better than the one I chose.) and I got a navy one.
Since the previous place didn't have an cute-enough-shirt (they were all too baby-ish for my little guy) for the B'ster, we headed over to the big store and got him a normal looking one.
#11 - Darvish!
Then on July 11th for my birthday, I had absolutely no clue what I wanted to do that day. It was on a Wednesday and Jer had obviously taken that day off so the sky was the limit on things to do. The night before, we were sitting outside together watching B play in his little swimming pool and got to talking about what we were going to do the next day. I went blank. Could-not-think-of-a-single-thing-to-do. For once. Typically I'm the planner but this day. Nothing.
Then Jer mentioned, six flags. To which I replied, "yes let's do it!!" I hadn't been there since I was probably 12 or 13. It sounded like a "kid" thing to do. After all I do still act like a kid. :) So we talked to my cousins and aunt that live right by the park said they would watch B for us. Score! Without our kid, we could get to be kids ourselves all day alone riding any ride we wanted.
So we loaded up Boston and his sidekick, Thomas The Train, and headed over to Arlington.
After our fun filled day of frieghtening roller coasters and scaring the bejeebers out of ourselves, we picked up the little guy and headed an hour north to the Allen Premium Outlet mall for a little shopping. Where I scored 3 shirts and some jewelry.
Boston's favorite thing about the outlet mall was his little car he got to "drive" while daddy pushed him and I shopped.
Lasly, we ended the day with this. My all time favorite restaurant on the planet. There for a while, we were going every single Friday evening. That was before B was born. Ha. Now, we are moderate visitors. But since it was right down the street from the outlets, it was a no brainer that that's where we'd have our late dinner.