Not a valid ID

June! Destined to by my favorite month since it is my birthday month, after all. I turned 26 a couple of weeks ago. I won't wax poetic about 26 being my year or about being wiser or about feeling just so different because I feel quite the same. However, it was a lovely day because Chris hadn't started summer classes yet so he was home so I got to spend a good portion of the day painting what would become this print: 

^^^ I'm hoping to release this one in the shop on Friday! ^^^

Poor Conor had gone from extremely irritable which we were attributing to jet lag post our month on Pacific Time to lethargic and feverish so we made a family trip to the doctor's office where he was diagnosed with an ear infection. Poor baby. We made a pitstop at Chick-fil-a for a treat for him and a first birthday dinner for me when we drove to pick up his prescription. (He's much, much better now, thank you, God!)

Then we had pie. Okay, I think this story is really cool - Chris had asked what kind of cake I wanted him to bake for me, and I had replied with a mischievous smile that I did not want cake, I wanted fried bananas knowing full well what that banana hater's reaction would be. I won't type his reply, but it did include some laughing. I went on to teasingly say that I really didn't want cake, and that I wanted strawberry-rhubarb pie. I don't think my husband even knows where the flour is located in our pantry, let alone what rhubarb looks like, ha. After the teasing laughter had subsided, I told him to just have the boys pick out a cake mix for me because they would enjoy it best since I'm more of a savory girl when expecting.  So then Chris went to pick up mac and cheese for lunch, and then stopped in at the bakery across the street and get this ... they had ONE PIE and it was a strawberry-rhubarb pie! 

I can't be the only one who thinks there was something divine happening. 

^^^ Extra perk to having a husband who is three years older than I am? We never have to buy birthday candles to have my correct age! ^^^

Conor blew out my candles preemptively, and I was serenaded. We all ate pie, which was simply scrumptious and just sweet enough. That's what I love about strawberry-rhubarb pie. 

Then the boys were cuddled to sleep, and when I could tell that Conor was down for the night and comfortable (and thanks to our neighbor friend!), Chris and I crept out for a very quick second dinner. When we left, I told Chris that I wasn't bringing my purse because I didn't need anything! Freedom! However, the hostess sat us in the bar area and since I've been a waitress in Indiana, I knew this was going to be short-lived. Indiana has super strict ID laws about bar areas (when I was a waitress, I was required to ID everyone who looked under 70 ... I know), but we decided to try it out anyway and take a risk since we could see the TV for the NBA finals. I mean, I look like a twenty-six year old and I was very visibly pregnant. Nevertheless, the waitress came and asked for our IDs and when I couldn't give one other than, "I'm pregnant! It's my 26th birthday!" we got the boot to the main dining area. So PSA: pregnancy does not exempt you from Indiana ID laws. 

All in all, it was a delightful day. 

June has flown by! I'm working on purging lots of clutter and my mind is in nesting overdrive. And I just released this print in the shop yesterday!

Happy Wednesday!