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I feel like I have been so in-and-out lately. In-and-out of this blog and in-and-out of normal life. July is so insane and it's barely even started. We just got back from the lake and on Friday we leave on a family-bonding camping trip. It may surprise everyone that I actually like camping. I do! Because camping food is THE BEST FOOD. Campers stew (or tinfoil dinners, or whatever) are my very fave. When we get back from camping, we have like a week-ish or two and then Jax and I are going to New York with my family (not McKay- I'm so sad/scared). We are going to visit Cody's mission. It is clear across the country and I am DREADING- like literally almost have a pit in my stomach when I think about them- THE TRAVEL DAYS. How will I even survive on the plane? how? And the nights. That is what I am worried about- the plane and the nights. When we are on vacation, 95% of the time, McKay puts Jax to bed. He uses his muscles. The bouncing muscles. We have to bounce Jax to sleep every single night- and fat pregnant people with no energy cannot bounce babies to sleep every night for six nights. Those two things are putting a damper on the trip. I am just so nervous about them, I cannot even think about anything else. But I know it will be fun and we will meet people and have great experiences, yada yada yada and etc. But seriously. The travel days/nights. I'm scared. Oh and did I mention that we catch our plane at like 5am?

My projects before we leave are as follows:

1. Plan Jax's birthday party (because we come back the day-before)

2. Plan McKay's birthday (which is the day after Jax's) and make sure it's not a hand-me-down party like last year. 

Last year, for my birthday, McKay gave me the most perfect never-can-be-beat-by-anything-else-he-could-ever-do birthday. We got dressed up, went to a fancy dinner, and then he took me to Wicked. I tell him about once a month that he will never top that. He puts so much thought into special days for me, and I always just fail. I mean, I intend to make it perfect for him. But it NEVER works. I just put it off until the last minute and he ends up with a coupon book and a gift certificate to Buffalo Wild Wings (seriously- last year. so sad). So today I have been brainstorming like CRAZY. McKay's favorite things. The two things he told me he wanted for his birthday were boring: whey protein and workout clothes- so number one on my brainstorming list was food he would like. And then I realized- I don't know one place he would actually pick if he got to choose. He always lets me choose. 

So today, while doing the dishes, I asked him what his very favorite restaurant was if he got to choose. I told him how sad it was that he probably knew a restaurant I would love for every occasion (cheap, moderate, fancy)...and he did... and I didn't know ONE place he would choose. He gave me some ideas. He knew it was for his birthday. I am so bad at this.

Then tonight, while he was watching a soccer game, I sat on his lap and trapped him and insisted that he tell me some more things he wants. He said, I told you...just protein and workout clothes. Should I put them on my Pinterest? (lol) Then he added: And Ali I really want one of those As-Seen-On-TV things...like there's this non-stick frying pan. I said: You seriously want a pan? You never even cook. That is the dumbest present. Then he said: Yes, to make omelets and crepes. Then I said: O...kay

And then he added this: 

...I still really want the Dog Dicer. 

Does anyone remember his list last year?

Let me remind you...