gluten free

Tonight, Matt and I went to Galaxy Cafe w/ some friends.  We got there late, our friends had already ordered, and so Matt was sweet to offer to stand in line by himself to order, while I went back to the table to socialize.

I told Matt I wanted the Gluten Free Veggie Wrap.  Seems easy enough, since they specifically had a gluten free menu. The gluten free wrap is made w/ a rice tortilla, whereas the other, normal veggie wrap is made w/ your choice of flour, corn, or wheat tortilla.

Matt ordered the wrap exactly as it read from the menu, but the girl taking his order confused him.  She said, "So do you want the rice tortilla?"  Obviously he wasn't prepared for this question, so he responded, "As opposed to what?"  At which time she mentioned the flour, corn, and wheat tortillas as viable options, even though he had specifically ordered the gluten-free wrap.  Matt apparently didn't know what actually qualified the veggie wrap to be gluten-free - the rice tortilla.

So obviously he thought a flour tortilla sounded best, and somehow managed to get away with ordering a gluten-free veggie wrap with a flour tortilla.  Ooops.  I thought it was funny enough to share.  And Matt now knows where gluten is found.

And come on Galaxy Cafe! If someone orders a gluten free veggie wrap, please don't offer up a flour or wheat tortilla., for cryin' out loud. :)

20 Months!

Henry is 20 months today. I cannot believe my baby is SO big and old!  My mom's group through church had a little Halloween party yesterday, and Henry got to sport his costume. (Pictures below.)  The party was in the morning, and there was a breeze, so he wasn't too hot.  We are getting a cold front at the end of this week, so it should be the perfect temperature next Monday on Halloween!

He has a new obsession with penguins - made for an easy costume choice.

Mom, what is going on?

We love you, sweet Henry! You are going to be a GREAT big brother!

uh oh, getting weepy

I would apologize that all of my posts are about pregnancy, but I wouldn't really be sorry, so that would be a dumb thing to do.  The short of it is that this is the easiest thing to talk to you about right now, and if I didn't write about easy things, then I probably wouldn't write enough to justify having a blog.  Glad you understand.

Anyway, I went out this weekend and bought these.  I almost started crying when I picked them up at the store.  Then I almost started crying when I showed them to Matt.  Clearly, the hormones are kicking in.  I got weepy at the end of my last pregnancy.  I should just be thankful that I haven't been weepy the whole time.

bling bling

Last pregnancy when my fingers started to swell toward the end, and I could no longer go all day wearing my wedding ring, I went out and bought a cubic zirconia ring in a larger size.  (You know, so I wouldn't feel like a teen mom - not that it would matter, but anyway.)

Well, we are back to that point in this pregnancy, but the thing is that the ring is so obviously fake that it's embarrassing. So I end up telling people (random strangers) that it's fake anyway.  It's actually serving the opposite purpose for which I originally bought it because instead of not feeling like a teen mom, I feel like a teen mom who's trying really hard (or maybe not hard enough) to look married and/or engaged.

Since my camera isn't so great, this picture really doesn't do it justice, but for your viewing pleasure...

For the record, I know that I have man hands. 

One, the "stone" is like kind of big - maybe equal to what a 2-3 karat diamond would look like.  Two, it's "gold" but the "gold" obviously leaves a green ring around my finger.  (And does anyone else besides me remember that Saved By the Bell episode where the class rings did that to them?)  Three, just trust me, if you saw it in person you'd laugh.

ma'am, we're thinking about getting rid of our sprouts

I promised you in my A-Z post a sprouts story.  So, here it is...

Sometime in the last 10 months or so (probably before Henry was walking), Matt, Henry and I took a trip to Jason's Deli. After we ordered, our hands were completely full with Henry, diaper bag, wallet, receipts, the little order number thing you are supposed to put on your table, drink cups, etc... It was at this time that the guy who took our order handed us a piece of paper and asked us if we could please fill out a survey.  Since, like I said, our hands were obviously very full and we were trying to put our money back in the wallet, and just get out of the way and get to our table, I asked the guy if the survey was mandatory.  Or, more accurately, I said, "Do we have to?"

He then, sounding very offended and authoritative said, "Ma'am!  We are thinking about getting rid of our sprouts!"  I wish I could do it justice by repeating it for you so you could understand his tone of voice. (Anyway, this was obviously a very important decision that I needed to be a part of via survey.)

At that point I wanted to say, "Seriously, dude, I could care less what you do with your sprouts."  Instead, practical Matt asked him if we could fill out the survey at the table (you know, after we had put all of our armfuls of junk down), and he said that was fine.