Our 4th Anniversary + Datevitation Giveaway

Hello friends! It's been such a busy week over here. We had a bridal consultation tonight, we have five prom girls tomorrow and two more on Saturday! I'm so excited about all this makeup though. Do you know what the best part is about my makeup artist venture? I get to buy tons of makeup without feeling bad about it! It's literally a dream come true. I went to Ulta last night, went a little nuts, and Tom had nothing but good things to say about my spending. That feels good.

You know what else he has good things to say about? Datevitation. Datevitation makes love coupon books that you can personalize for friends, siblings, or spouses; so of course I had to make Tom one seeing as our 4th anniversary is NEXT WEEK! Do you know what else is next week? A little someone's SECOND BIRTHDAY. AH! But back to Datevitation. You can customize the coupons  (type of date, text, etc) and there are over 350 dates to choose from.

(obviously I had to include one about cooking since home cooked meals aren't something I freely give away).

The books don't have to be romantically themed. There are tons of options to choose form, and I think it would make a great Father's Day gift! You know those hikes your dad always wants to go on, but you politely refuse? Coupon it! I think a hike is a pretty freaking good Father's Day gift. It's a whole experience. If you want to order by Father's Day, just make sure to get your order in by June 6th. Also, use code POSITIVELYAMY to get $10 off of your book in May or June (which means it will only cost $10. Boo yeah!)

Oh, what's that? You'd rather just have a free one? Well, okay then. Enter below!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

I'm off to get some beauty sleep so that I can be ready to beautify (others) in the morning. And after that I'll probably start stressing about Carter's party and the stuff that still needs to be done. I gotta say though, this girl did not go Pinterest crazy. It's too much work and sucks the fun (and the life) out of me. 

Datevitation sent this coupon book for me to review. All opinions are honest and are my own. 

Carter is 1!

So Carter turned one this week. Don't worry, this isn't going to be a sappy post about how this year flew and how just yesterday I remember pushing him out into the cold, brutal world (literally). No...those are boring.

This is a short one (promise there will be a deeper, more interesting one in just a couple of days, I'm playing catch up on my work since I took time off for his birthday! And our anniversary, which was the following day!)

This is how cute he is:

I wasn't joking when I said he was cute. Right?...Right??

Here we are as a little family:

And here is one where we all look a little {a lot} goofy because I have promised to not post only good pictures (I am deeming the above two as good pictures of us).

P.S. I've said it before, but our photographer is awesome. I love her. If you live in New England you must check her out. Now.

On to other things:

We took Carter to the aquarium. He had a blast (and a meltdown because he wanted to touch a little shark in a touch pool and we couldn't let him) But I touched it! (sshh, don't tell him, hysteria would ensue).

He got some cool toys and a shirt and a sea turtle back pack (awesome) and some other things. It was a ton of fun and couldn't have gone better.

Alright, now you know I'm still alive. I've go to catch up on work and then it will be all about the blog. Some big things are in the works. Like BIG THINGS. Obviously a blog with 11 followers has huge, world changing events on a daily basis. Someone maybe said something about sponsoring a certain someone and mmaayyybbee a giveaway.

yup. 

Part 2: Do You Want to Know What Happened...

After being poked, prodded and forced into painful positions for x-rays, the diagnosis was a sprain. What? A freaking sprain?? All this pain, for a sprain? I didn't believe it. Then the doctor tried to convince me sprains can hurt more than breaks because your muscles and tendons get all torn up. Well, apparently that's what happened because in the next few hours my foot turned lovely shades of blue and purple.

But on with the good stuff. I demanded that we still go to Plymouth. Tom tried to convince me that it was okay to stay home and relax, but I wanted nothing of the sort. So off we went, Tom driving and me in the back seat with my leg propped up and my new, shiny crutches beside me.

Source

When we got there we decided to take a walk around the ocean (yes, literally around the entire ocean). Tom walked, and I hobbled as fast as I could trying to keep up. I don't think I really knew how to use my crutches because after about five steps I was out of breath and my abs and arms ached. I had just run three miles the day before, but apparently I was more out of shape than I thought. I never actually kept up with Tom either. If I haven't said it before, he's a tall one (6'8") and his one step is about six of mine even without crutches. Needless to say, his weekend away consisted of a lot of slow walking and waiting.

Despite my slowness, we saw some sites and even decided to go fishing on the jetty the next morning. Since I could only handle my crutches, Tom had a backpack, a fishing pole, another bag with some sunscreen in it and a cooler on the off chance we actually caught a fish (we don't travel light).

On the way out on the jetty (which is a walkway of large boulders, mind you, with lots of gaps)...here's a picture of one so you can get a visual:

{Source} It was like this but a little more flat with larger rocks (deemed do-able with crutches by me and Tom). The man with the sweet pants in this picture is not Tom. Picture this guy with a bigger cooler and a few more bags, and that was Tom. 

So on the way out on the jetty, an old man sitting in the parking lot starts hollering at us, "I wouldn't do that if I were you!" "That's not smart!" and on and on. These rocks really were flat and some of the cracks even had cement in them. And they weren't wet. So was I taking a risk? Yes, a bit. But was this old timer nosey-ing his way into our anniversary weekend that I was determined not to ruin? YES. And he was pissing me off a bit because he was sabotaging my concentration. It takes concentration to walk on big rocks with crutches, you know. So we gave a little wave like we've got this, old man. And went on with our business.

Our jetty adventure was successful in the sense that I didn't fall, but we didn't catch a fish, and Tom had to carry me on the way back because I got scared (the old man got to me). So not only did he have all our bags, the fishing pole and the cooler, he also had my crutches and me on his back. I have no idea how he did it. Good thing he's big and strong.

Later that night we went out to eat. At the restaurant I had only what I can describe as a contraction, in my foot, that radiated up my calf and into my leg. I couldn't help but moan as it happened, and Tom looked at me like will you quiet down? Do you realize we're in a public place? But I couldn't. My foot was in labor and I had never felt anything like it. Except a baby didn't pop out at the end, I just got more black and blue marks. Now that I have been through actual labor, I can tell you this really was an equivalent pain. I don't know what was going on in my leg, but it was not good.

And sticking with the labor theme...on our second anniversary I was sitting in a hospital bed holding my brand new baby boy who was just one day old. It was amazing (and a tad painful, which brought back memories of our first anniversary).

Here's to a pain free third anniversary!

And here we are in the hospital

If you didn't notice, Carter has gigantic feet. Takes after his Daddy.

Part 1: Do You Want to Know What Happened...

...on our first anniversary?

It was a Friday in May 2010, I was volunteering at a pregnancy help center close to our apartment. It was me and three sixty/seventy-year-olds. The plan was that I would go volunteer in the morning, Tom would get out of work early, we'd meet back at our apartment and we'd drive to Plymouth, MA to do some touristy things like walking out on the jette, eating out and just having fun being lazy for the weekend.

After a morning filled with baby-clothes-separating, the director asked me to grab a few empty boxes and take them to the trash on the way to my car. I said "sure, no problem," grabbed them and walked out the door. Unfortunately, there was a stoop about four feet wide,which I forgot was there. I kept on walking as if I was already on the pavement, but to my dismay the stoop stopped and I rolled my ankle on my unexpected step down (I don't want to say just rolled my ankle because that sounds like it was nothing. I basically stepped down, it turned to the right, I heard a pop and instantly felt dizzy). Somehow I managed not to fall and I kept hold of the boxes. I was in a daze and wasn't really sure what to do so I just stood there, on my one good foot, in excrutiating pain. I had sprained my ankle before, but this pain was so much worse. I even fractured my leg on another occasion and this hurt three times as bad. As my hearing started to go and blackness started to cover my eyes I heard the old ladies scrambling after me. I passed out for a second and one of the seventy-somethings caught me and another brought out a chair. Yes. Me, the (at the time) twenty-two year old was the one who got injured, and not my brittle-boned companions. 

Tom ended up coming to pick me up, and we spent the afternoon at the hospital. Not exactly a great start to the weekend.