My Super Sweet 16 Month Birthday

Since I just turned the special sweet 16 months and since I basically can out-fly anyone here at Offutt, Dada told me that I could pick out a plane. I was hoping for a nice dinner at the McDonalds play place, but ugh I guess I'll take a plane. This is the T-1 that he flew in Columbus.


Ehh it was alright. I'm looking for something a little bigger, something that can carry lots of babes (and room for carseats). Next!

The next one we looked at was the T-6. It was ok, but it smelled like feces. (Pretty sure my dad flew this plane too.) Next!

The F-15E=loud as hell. Not going to work, I'm not trying to make my babes have hearing loss.

Ehh guys could I borrow your keys for a test drive? Seriously do you expect me to just buy one without flying it first?

Excuse my italian, but this plane was badass!! The A-10 is on the top of my list. I told Dad that we could pick up a TON of babes with this! He said, "Brady, I think you have to be at least 24 months to fly a plane with a gun at the end." Darn.

Goodness who knew it would be so hard?! So many planes, such little legs to get to them all.

Oooohhh big plane!!

Gotta take a quick dump first..

Gosh this plane makes me look good. Yowza I'm a stud!! What, ladies you need a ride? How about on my bomber? Bet you can't beat that pick up line! Yes, this plane just may be the one.

And then I saw it...the spaceship aka the B-2 bomber. (Uncle Danny is this the one you came on?)

Dad and I admiring the plane. I decided this was the one. Dad said, "Ok Brady, we'll just wrap it up in tissue paper and it's all yours!"

Then we got home and my parents said, "August Fools Brady!" Instead of a plane we have a better surprise. I have never been more pissed in my entire life.

"You get to pump up one of my tires!" Great Dad, just great.

" And you get spaghetti!" Really? Really?

Happy 16 months to me!

So it didn't turn out exactly how I had planned. And nevermind the fact I invited all my babes to go on a flight to the Children's Museum. No, no that's ok your joke really was great. Forget you Mom and Dad, I've got a backup plan!

Dear Santa,

Bomber Plane.

Love,

Brady

Mommy Time

For the last 16 months being a good mommy and a good wife have been my absolute #1 priority. Sometimes though, mommies need a break! I have a great group of friends here, some are moms and some are not, and we can just get together, let loose, and have a break from our crazy lives. One day we had a complete girls day complete of a vineyard and wine tasting, shopping, dinner, dancing, and a hotel! We had a blast. I missed my hubby and my baby like crazy, but it was a good break and I definitely recharged my mommy battery! Here are some pictures from my mommy's day:

The Soaring Wings Vineyard just southwest of Omaha

Some of the ladies doing some wine tasting


Looking out over the vineyard

Fantastic afternoon with lovely ladies!

Alma, Pearlie, and I before going out for the night



My friend Pearlie put me up to a challenge: try a triathlon. Now I'm going to be honest, I'm not a huge fan of swimming, biking, or running so what did I do? Signed up for my first triathlon. What it made me realize: Yeah, I still don't like swimming, running, or biking and I'm pretty out of shape but I can do whatever I put my mind to! Here's pictures from my 1st triathlon:

Doing the lovely lake swim. The lake that says no swimming signs all around it. The lake that smells like feces and has tons of seaweed. Yep that little dot in the lake is me!

After the lake jumping on our bikes

The furthest biker on the left, that's me!

Liz and I after completing the run. We did it!!! Don't we look thrilled?! :)

Brady was not impressed.

The mamas with their babies after the triathlon

Brian and I (it was a little sunny!)

I had to add these. Brian was the only one with a sign, it gave me a good laugh when all I wanted to do was throw up!

Haha it says run hard (stick drawing), (stick drawing) swim fast, run quickly (stick figure). Gotta love him! :)

Even though being a good mom and wife is still my #1, it's nice to be able to go out and do some things for myself every once in awhile and I'm so blessed to have a husband that supports that! :)

The Great Wolf Lodge

So one day Mom and Dad were like, "Hey Brady, lets go to the Great Wolf Lodge." So we jumped in the car and after 4 hours (thank you Missouri River) we were in Kansas City, Kansas at the Great Wolf Lodge. Here are the pictures of my trip:

Yay we're here! Was that all?

My parents said no, no Brady, it is just beginning.




This is one of the oddest hotels I've seen in a long time.

Checking out the room...very nice, very nice. I like that there's a wall dividing the room so that I can have my privacy.

My balcony where I could watch the chicks sunbathe. I'm liking this place already!!

HOLY CRAP!! Water everywhere!!

I was worried that the pipes had burst in this wolfy hotel, but my parents assured me that this was planned, this was a waterpark.

I know what you're thinking....Brady in a waterpark...tons of girls in their swimsuits...Brady's going to be busy.......but no, this weekend was about my family. (Cue the awwwhhh).

All of those that speak Brady, off to the waterslide!

Ok forget it, there are just too many cute girls and I look too good to not be hitting on them! I spent time in the car with my parents, that's enough quality time, right?

There's this big bucket that dumps tons of water on you.....

and if these little punks can do it...

....so can I!

Kansas City bbq....

(cue my deep voice) ohhh yeahhh.

The clock tower came to life at 8 pm. Kinda creepy.

And then a lady came out and read a story. Dad whispered into my ear, "If you think this is fun, just wait till the wolf comes out."

Dad was so excited he almost peed himself. This is the weirdest place ever. EVER!

Then we met some real wolves. This guy was cool, his name was Dwight.

So, he may have bit me, it's ok, I'm tough.

Then we had to walk through Fairy Land to get back to our room. Dad was in heaven. (I think we came here for him.)

After all the excitement I went back to my room, brushed my teeth, prayed for all of the wolves....

and passed out. (It was a hard day, ok?)

The next morning I was up bright and early to complete my "Brady find a woman mission". I had all my special tricks in my backpack, cup with straws for 2, pictures of my dog, yogurt bites, you know things for ladies of all ages.

Lazy river was activity 1 of the day (as I have demonstrated with my finger).

Then we went to the outdoor pool to shoot some hoops.

Cool dad, real cool.

Summary of the Great Wolf Lodge:

1. Wolves are cool

2. Chicks are only interested in those who are tall enough for the big waterslides.

3. Vacations for Brady are really my parent's code for let's go someplace we really like and pretend it's for Brady.

"Til next time folks!!