My 30th Birthday Weekend, Part 2

My 30th birthday didn't just include my mom driving down from Dallas for the weekend to play babysitter while the Mr. took me out for a surprise dinner and piano bar date.  I didn't know at the time, but the Mr and Mama Martini had some other tricks up there sleeve. Which allowed me to knock out yet another goal on the list- pow!

Since we were on such a tight schedule for my birthday surprise on Friday, we never got around to opening presents or eating the AMAZING German chocolate cake my mom baked and brought down from Texas on my actual birthday. ( Fun fact- apparently it was the same cake I ate on my first birthday. Mama Martini, always rockin' the little details in life...) We spent the day after my birthday...um... recovering (ahem) from the night before (I did mention all the dirty martinis, didn't I?).  Saturday was spent eating breakfast burritos made with MY FAVORITE FOOD ON EARTH, green chile from Santiago's in Colorado (another incredibly thoughtful gesture from my mom).

 

Y'all.  Words cannot express just how good this is.  It's like Death Row last meal good.  My mom and I literally pack insulated lunch bags in our suitcases every time we head home to visit Boulder, so we can stock up on the stuff.  So a post-birthday breakfast burrito smothered in this was one of the highlights of the entire weekend.  Also? I actually took a nap on Saturday, which is honestly noteworthy for me because I just flat out don't nap.  I have taken precisely *1* nap since I brought the baby home from the hospital...  I'm just not a napper.  So kudos to my 30th birthday celebration being more exhausting than a newborn baby.

We finally got around to cake and presents after the sun went down Saturday night.  I scored some amazing fall boots from my parents, as well as the only thing I asked for - Rosetta Stone Francais, so I could kick off #16 on the list - learn to speak French.  The Mr really took the cake on the gift giving front, and gave me a gift card to JoAnn Fabric so I could buy a new sewing machine.  I was floored, and so grateful.  I can't remember the last time I had a birthday cake with candles, so that made the night even more special.

The little martini olive didn't know what to think of the candles

Little did I know, the Mr. and Mama Martini still weren't done with the birthday surprises...

xoxo,

Lulu