Steven McQueen would love the lemon muffins

Our Monday morning is starting off with PBS, breakfast in my bed and one semi-cranky girl. So you can be assured we had a fun weekend due to the length of our recovery process.

The weekend wrap-up has to start with last Friday. Last weekend, I made plans with my friend, Jaime, to hang out on Friday. She's 38 weeks pregnant with twins so our plans were contingent upon her not being in the hospital on Friday. Her babies are measuring big and everything is super healthy so I was hoping to receive a text from her saying something like "Can't do Friday. About to hold my babies!"

But the text never came. I was glad because it meant I got to see her one more time before the babies come but I was sad for her sanity because it also meant she was still pregnant.

People, she is measuring 54 weeks pregnant. It's pretty obvious she's packing babies.

We went to a park for the afternoon which meant she had to be observed by other people. This is ever fun when you're near the end of pregnancy as people tend to freak out and blurt out just how huge you are. Jaime got up once to help her daughters on the swing and was bombarded by four other women with "Oh my you must have two in there!" and "I bet you're ready to be done!" and "Boys or girls? Oh both?!?!" All followed by loud squeals.

I love hanging out with Jaime because she's just an awesome person and mom but when you're 16 weeks pregnant and with someone who is 54 weeks pregnant, any inkling or whim to complain is nullified. Because (did I mention?) she's 54 weeks pregnant.

Friday night, we ordered take-out  from one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, Cancun, and stuff ourselves until it was almost painful. Confession: after crawling in bed and whining about how much my stomach hurt, I may or may not have said, "I want more chips and salsa."

On Saturday afternoon, we had Blake's birthday party which was a "Cars" extravaganza. Madeline's highlight was the pinata and it's plethora of falling candy. My highlight was hearing one dad refer to the "Cars" main character "Steve." As in "Steve McQueen" instead of "Lightning McQueen."

And then I wanted to watch "The Great Escape" again.

We shook ourselves awake from the cake/candy coma and headed to my cousin's graduation open house to consume more cake. I felt ridiculously old because I remember so well when my aunt was pregnant with her and how excited we all were when the baby would be the only girl with three brothers.

Then I applied my Ben-Gay, grabbed my walker and shuffled over to the taco bar to eat my feelings away.

The highlight of the entire weekend might have been when Jenny brought her copy of "Bossypants" to the open house just for me. I shrieked. I squealed. I nearly cried. I started the library's waiting list at number 381 and am just now number 216. I love a sister-in-law who shares. (Bless you, Jenny, bless you.)

Yesterday, my mom's family threw a baby shower for Jenny and Beckett. The amount of adorable baby gear is out of control these days. For realz. I speak from experience when I say it's impossible to pass up a super tiny onesie that says "I still live with my parents"  for just $3. The person who is capable to not snatching that up is the same person who can resist the Dollar Spot and Cancun chips and salsa.. (Teach me your secrets!)

On Saturday night, I made lemon muffins for the shower and while each batch was cooking, I watched "Swamp People" with Joe. This is a show I swore i would never watch for the simple fact that it is called "Swamp People." Joe says the more you watch it, the more addicting it gets. I'll admit that I actually watched an entire episode and wasn't bored.

However, when he suggested an episode of "River Monsters," I was capable of saying no. I'd pick "Why Not? with Shania Twain"  over "Swamp People" any day of the week.

I also have to go back to the lemon muffins because they deserve more than a mention. These lemon muffins are always at my family gatherings and have been as long as I can remember. At the shower yesterday, I was talking with some of my aunts about  the origin of the recipe and my aunt thinks the first time they appeared was at my mom's baby shower for Zach. As in 31 years ago.

It's safe to say my family loves repetition, traditions and these lemon muffins. Which explains a lot of why I am the way I am.

Happy Monday!