Tax Day Fun (Or, er, FAIL)

Don't let this picture fool you. This was a bad day! Or, rather, a day that is forever a #fail. My friend Heather and I planned to take Emily and her two little boys around to a bunch of different fast food places on Tax Day because they do really good deals for fun. This is what happened.

1. My internet decided not to work so I couldn't get the coupons.
2. Her printer wasn't working so she couldn't print her coupons.
3. Emily screamed the whole way there and most of the way back. She was sitting in between Heather's poor kids. Emily really does need her naps!
4. We got lost and went about 45 minutes in the wrong direction.
5. We gave up and drove back, just in time for Emily to finally fall asleep.
6. By the time I got Emily home, I was sweating and stressed to the max.
7. Emily still refused a nap.
8. Emily had a major blowout and when Michael picked her up it got all over him. I laughed so hard because, what else can you do? I took a picture, but I will spare you.
9. She fussed all during a church activity I went to that night.
10. She finally fell asleep on the drive home.

It was a loooong day!! Having Emily is the best thing that has ever happened to Michael and me but some days just turn out to be majorly stressful!

A Poopsplosion To Remember

Let me just begin this post by saying that I do love my church. I'm always glad to be there and I love the feeling of peace and spirituality it brings to my life. However, going to church has been a struggle for us lately. Between having a baby, Michael working every other Saturday night, and it starting at 8:30 am, we have seriously been slacking in going.

Going to church with a baby is harder than I expected. It's three hours long, which isn't a bad thing normally, but with nap schedules and a girl that can't sit still, it's hard to get more than about 30 minutes of church in, even if we are there the whole time.

On Sunday we finally got ourselves to church. We sat down and then about 30 minutes into the first hour, Emily started getting fussy because she was hungry and it was her nap time. So, I carry her out with the diaper bag and head to the mothers lounge, where I see a couple of my friends (Rachel and Meagan) with their little ones too. No biggie, there are speakers in there so we can hear the meeting. While I am sitting there, feeding Emily (with my little hooter hider for modesty), she poops. And then she keeps going, and going, and going a little more. I groaned because, well, I will need to change her. Then....I feel it on my leg. I look down, and sure enough her blowout went out the back of her diaper and through her tights, dress, my skirt, and even my underwear.

I sit her up, accidentally exposing myself in the process, hurry and cover myself up, and Rachel grabs Emily for me. I put myself together, and Rachel helps me peel off Emily's dress, tights, and diaper. Then another momma and her baby come in the cramped mothers lounge. I had forgotten a change of clothes for Emily so luckily Meagan let me borrow one of her baby girls sleepers. Once I got Emily cleaned up and changed, I assess myself. Poop. All. Over. Me. I try and take wipes and wipe it off but it was no use. I had Rachel go into the meeting (she was sitting with her family one row behind Michael) and tell Michael to come out for me.

We went home, threw everything in the washer, I took a shower, and gave Emily a bath. Then we proceeded to luck out and all take a nice, THREE HOUR long Sunday afternoon nap.

Well, at least we tried.

Our Romantic Getaway

Michael and my one year anniversary was on December 7th so we wanted to go somewhere and do something fun. We decided to go stay at a hotel in Valencia and go to Six Flags. So we made reservations, got time off of work (my time was not paid for, his was) and headed out. We have to drive through LA and of course there was traffic but we were still having fun driving together and just chatting. When we got there and saw our room we were pleasantly surprised. It was a little small but it was still nice. So we hung out for a bit and then went to dinner at Black Angus with some money we got from our parents as a gift. (Nice, huh?) Except...my sour cream on my baked potato was burning my tongue and tasted like metal. I made Michael try it and he agreed. We asked our waitress. She said it was not sour cream, it was horseradish something or another. WHAT?! Why was it on my plate?? We gratefully got a new potato and enjoyed the rest of our dinner. Steak, potatoes, veggies, and a virgin strawberry daquiri (like what we got on our honeymoon that we loved so much). We went back to the hotel and enjoyed the rest of the night. The next morning (Friday) we went downstairs and had a pretty decent continental breakfast before heading out to our fun day of rollercoasters. We called up to check what time they were open. "NOT OPEN UNTIL SATURDAY." WHAT?!?!? We couldn't believe our luck. Of COURSE that had to happen. We decided since we were staying another night at the hotel anyway we could manage to go Saturday after we check out and just not stay very long (I have a work party tonight) and drive home. We brought our PS3 to watch movies and play games, so we figured we would make the best of our day and just enjoy a day vegging out. When we went back to our room, Michael realized we forgot a cord we needed to plug the PS3 into the tv. So we went to Target and got the cord then went back to the hotel. We saw that we needed a power cord too. I had Michael make this trip alone as I flipped channels. He was gone for about 2 hours searching for that dang cord. He went to Target, two Game Stops,a Best Buy, and he finally found one at Game Crazy. When he got back we saw we needed a universal remote to work the tv. Another trip to Target. Back to the hotel. We got batteries, but we got AA instead of the AAA that we needed to work it. So we drove around again (after getting a little turned around) and bought some batteries at a gas station. AAA this time. We went back to the hotel AGAIN. Apparently the tv is set to not be able to change input so you can only order from their inhouse pay per view. By this time I was thinking about smashing a hole in a wall in our room and Michael was feeling defeated. Now what? If we can't watch movies, play games, or do anything in Valencia (there is like NOTHING out there except stores and restaurants and we had already spent about 30 bucks on things we already had at home and couldnt use), what can we do? No 6 Flags. No movies. No games. No fun. Lots of bad feelings about the day. We decided to cut our losses and go home. We didn't want to waste our time together being bored. So we left, without a refund for the second night, and headed into traffic in LA at the prime driving hours. It took us three hours to get home...including a trip to go to the bathroom in downtown LA. We were the the only white people there. We went to one store, no bathroom. A ghetto restaurant, no bathroom. And a no whites allowed store where the womens restroom was closed for "cleaning". Michael led me into the mens restroom after making sure the coast was clear (although there was a line of people watching us as they were waiting to be checked out) and I ran into a stall. The toilet was naturally filled already and the seat was all scratched up. There was a noise coming from what I thought was the next stall over. Michael was holding my purse as I tried to hurry. We made a ran for it to our car. Michael was trying to look as tough as he could as I didn't make eye contact. I lowered my seat in the car (a bunch of homies were looking in our car) to a laying down position until we got back on the freeway with the help of our not-always-so-dependable-GPS (that we of course had lowered out of sight as well). We finally made it home after a long long sometimes painful drive. We actually made it home in time for Tyler's farewell party! More to come later! Hope you enjoyed the story of our horrible, somewhat funny, adventurous weekend getaway.