I like nice things, sue me! (please don't really sue me, it's not a nice thing to do)

This is a conversation a friend of mine and I had over text today:

me: I was feeling back this morning because "things" truly do make me happy.  Maybe this makes me
shallow, but I like fancy things.

her: Me too.  I've been feeling bad about it too.  Was thinking of doing a 30 day no shopping challenge.  I need to find some fulfillment from something besides stuff. 

me: Like what??????

her: That's where I'm stumped!

me: Haha!

her: Baby steps.  I'll find something.

me: Let me know.  Maybe we can be each other's support system.  I'm just nervous for Steve to have a low credit card bill and then get mad that they aren't all that way.

her: Good point.

me: He's really forcing my hand.

her: I must agree.

me: Also, say we take a month off.  Will we just go off the next month to get all of the things we deprived ourselves of the previous month?  This is the way my brain works...

her: Mine too.  Maybe this is a bad idea.  I haven't thought it all the way through.

me: Don't let me be a bad influence.

Why isn't this day a national holiday?

I may be becoming one of those people who dislikes Valentine's Day.  Not because it is commercial, makes lonely people feel suicidal, and leads to disappointment when your guy doesn't reenact a scene from a Nicholas Sparks movie, but because it out-shadows the most important day of this week...Davis' Birthday!

 

That's right, the big guy is 2. 

 

Look how tiny that little nugget was!

 

 

So handsome.

 

I think about this day 2 years ago.  It was the most painful, scary, overwhelming, exhausting day of my life.  I was terrified that I would ruin him; this perfect, innocent little baby.

 

 

He has FAR exceeded any of my expectations, and continues to everyday.

 

(you're welcome for covering my boob.)

 

We had his party this past Saturday at the fire station.  It was amazing!  All of the kids went crazy for the fire trucks.

 

 

They climbed all over the trucks, pretended to drive, and probably pushed a lot of buttons they weren't supposed to.

 

 

The fire fighters turned on the hose and let the kids spray a mop bucket between two cones. 

 

 

Davis took a break from all of his very serious fire training to hang out with his favorite girl.

 

 

Then the fire fighters did a fire safety presentation and one of them put on all of his gear.  The kids were mesmerized. 

 

 

After the fire station, we went back to our house for Chick-fil-A, pizza, and cake.  The perfect ending to a perfect day.

 

 

By the way, look at this amazing cake a friend of mine made.  I HIGHLY recommend her!  Adorable and delicious!

 

 

So, today we celebrate this little guy's special day.  He is such a sweet boy, and I can't wait to see what the next year holds.