Sunday, April 3, 2011

Wings 'n Wrastlin

This week was definitely not easy. I was away from Aden for a lot of it and I'm pretty sure we both missed each other like crazy. Unfortunately, this week will be much of the same with my wisdom teeth ordeal but after that it should get better.I picked Aden up at Ryan's house (we meet on campus since Ryan is going back there any ways and hilliard is a stupid drive) and since it was so nice outside, AJ and I took a walk! We walked to Buffalo Wild Wings and went had a Mom and Sonday (look how clever that is) and ate wings. I wonder if people think it's weird that I go out to dinner with just my 2 year old? I mean, it's not lonely or anything for me... but I think people think that it is. It's not like we have a really stimulating conversation, but we do chat. Which i'm sure looks hilarious when I'm talking in a normal voice to a toddler acting like he understands and replying in jibberish.

So, heads up- if you see me out to dinner with just aden, I'm not lonely. I chose to go alone with Aden to dinner and chances are, we are having a good time.

Before we started walking, I asked Ryan if there were any big sports events going on- it's on campus and I knew if anything was going on it would be packed and noisy aka, we wouldn't be going there- but Ryan assured me that it was okay and a fine place for kids. Little did either of us know that Wrestlemania is going on. I'm not familiar with wrestling. What I do know, I learned from south park. I don't know the people and I don't know why everyone is so angry and sweaty all the time.

By the time we got there, the place was already filled with wrastlin' fans. My favorite was the man with face paint and a leather jacket on. He went H.A.M. on his outfit. And then he had the audacity to look at me when Aden started yelling "ROCK!" (the rock was saying something about being back and I pointed him out to Aden and Aden really liked his name.) Yeah dude, you are a middle aged man dressed up as your favorite wrastlin guy. Please judge me.

It got loud fast and Aden wanted to go finish our walk, so we left pretty quickly. Aden was great until he collapsed and laid down in the middle of the crosswalk because he didn't want to hold my hand crossing the street. That was great.

On our walk down high st, a man in a wife beater with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth leaned out his window and yelled across the street "looking good mommy!!" If I had been closer to him I probably would have yelled "Thank you sir. I was looking for a way to show my 2 year old son how to objectify women so he can start early. I'm really glad you helped me out." but I just gave him a nasty look and kept walking.

I don't really have anything exciting planned for this week.. i'm just hoping the weather gets nicer so we can spend more time outside. If not I have a few crafts we could do. Not anything cool like fruit loop rosary's (this will happen.) but still something to do.

When we got home, I figured Aden would be tired from all of the walking and excitement, but who am I kidding? It's Aden Kiger. Welcome to my life: (warning, place volume on low. really really low.)




Okay take a look at the size comparison here. I cannot carry this kid much longer, my back is going to give out! Why does my kid have the same size torso as I do?


Aden and his amazing godparents, Charla Rae and Bill Bartelt. They had us over for brunch... best french toast I have ever had. It was fantastic.


Aden is a serious goofball.




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