happy 3 years babe. let's celebrate with an E.R. trip.

This weekend the hubs and I celebrated our 3rd weddng anniversary.  Three years of pure... bliss.  Right?  Because our actual anniversary was on Sunday (aka Father's Day... super fun for Dewy, not so much for me but whatev.) we went to SLC on Friday night to celebrate.  The evening started with dinner at our favorite place.  PF Changs.  Yum.  Then we checked in to our room at Little America and we watched Friends all night.  Love that show.  That night, Dewy was having some annoying back pain, but nothing too crazy.  In the morning we hit up the Gateway so that the hubs could purchase my anniversary gift--RUNNING GEAR.  I was giddy.  I got some shweet neon turquoise shoes with neon orange stripes and laces, a running skirt, and two shirts.  Loving these.  After leaving Dick's Sporting Goods, we hit up Old Navy where I pretty much raped the store.  Good night.  I had a coupon for 30% off my whole purchase, the entire men's clothing selection was already 50% off for Father's Day, and I walked away with $175.00 worth of crap I didn't need and only spent $80.00. BOOM!  Watch out ya'll.  After I dragged Dewy around the mall to my heart's content we left and went golfing.  This was my way of showing my love.  Golfing + Amber + Dewy trying to coach Amber = a possible ended marriage.   I hate when he is better than me at things.  Even worse is when he tries to demonstrate his superiority by teaching me.  Gag.  I'd rather just sit in the cart.  This time, however, I ROCKED IT.  Move over PGA.  I was legit, and I looked good.  After golfing we picked up the little rascal from my mom's house (thanks mom!) and went home. 

That all sounds nice and boring right? Well of course MY anniversary celebration wouldn't end there.  Get real. 

Sunday morning at about 3am, Dewy was moaning like he was on the brink of death.  I finally give in (sympathy isn't my strong point.  Ask him.) and turn over asking what the problem is.  The back pain mentioned previously, had intensified and spread to his chest.  Weird.  Ok so now what? At 4am, I called my parents.  "Hey dad! Just wanted to be the first to wish you happy Father's Day! Yay!" kidding... I said I need someone to come sit with Rhett while I took Dewy to the hospital and they were there before I could put my shoes on.  Confession time: When I'm hungry AND tired, I'm worse than a bear.  It isn't pretty.  That is about where I was at on our drive to McKay Dee.  Luckily the place was empty, and we got right in and they started checking up on Dewy who was continuousy doubled over in pain.  They handed him a percasett (spelling??? Someone please help me...) and he asked what he was taking.  They told him and asked if he had ever had it before to which he replied in the negative.  Cue sarcastic comment from me: "That is what they gave me when I had Rhett.  You know... I birth a human being, your back hurts... I guess that makes sense." The nurses all think Dewy lives with a hag.  Oh well.  Long story short, Dewy is fine.  Just some side effects from the Kyphosis he was born with.  Super fun!!

Here's to another fun year babe! Buckle up!