The BIG 30!

Shyler finally caught up to me on April 22. He hit the BIG 30 and our family had a great time celebrating his special day. It is a lofty goal to speak to my husband over the phone while he is working. Usually I get to speak to his voice mail or one of the scrub techs in the OR. They usually ask, "Is this an emergency?" My reply is often, "Yes! I need him to stop at the grocery store and grab some milk on the way home! Our children's bone density depends on it!" Our best buds recently had a similar experience when the wife paged her husband in the OR. It was the early afternoon when she realized her husband's birthday was not the next day, but was presently happening. The scrub nurse asked, "Is there an emergency?" My friend wasn't sure what to say so she told the truth. "Well, it's his birthday and I just remembered and I really need to tell him happy birthday." The scrub nurse said, "Oh." That was it. How sympathetic. (She may call me after reading this post and tell me I have the story completely wrong.)

On Shyler's big day the girls and I settled for the voicemail. I decided a scrub nurse or a scrub tech, (whomever would be privileged to answer Dr. DeMill's pager) would prefer not to recreate our rendition of "Happy Birthday." The nice thing about our guy's day was that he was post call and returned home around 1 pm. I was determined to be completely selfless and let him take a nap, but he refused. Hey, I tried! Instead of a nap he got all four kids to himself. I left him home to grab some groceries for his special dinner. My man loves fajitas! I don't make them too often because our house stinks for days after the initial meal, but Shyler is worth it!












I think it was a very enjoyable evening although I can't figure out why birthday celebrations are unable to end around 7:30pm to get the kiddos in bed on time. Dashle wasn't feeling too well and on his favorite dad's birthday we put him to bed early without seeing fire on the cake or even getting a taste. This was not the saddest tale of the night. We had a great dinner, pretty tasty cake (we're not really cake fans so this is saying something), great gifts were given, and a lot of laughs created.

When Shyler was driving home the next day he mentioned to me over the phone that his car door was open when he approached the vehicle to go to work at 5:30 that morning. He reported that as far as he could see nothing was missing. I asked if he checked the trunk. He said he had not. As soon as he got home he checked. I was changing Coy when Shyler entered the house and asked the girls, "Where's mom?" My heart sank. Objects in trunk...GONE. The major items stolen from our trunk didn't belong to us. I felt bad. Shyler felt bad. He had to call his buddy and say, "Hey, um, your hunting bow sort of got stolen out of my trunk. Ahem." A sure lesson on how IMPORTANT it is to return other people's possessions IMMEDIATELY after use. We still felt violated that someone had the audacity to walk onto our driveway and get into our car! Sure! Help yourselves to whatever you can find in the dark! Thanks for taking it upon yourself to teach us some valuable lessons! --Excuse my sarcasm.-- Another lesson we learned is there is no such thing as a truly safe and theft free neighborhood. We live in a really nice area. It's quiet, clean, and the neighbors are genuinely kind. Obviously this does not mean a thing! After much thought and deducing we believe the theft likely occurred on the night of Shyler's b-day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOY! Ahhhhhh!