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Does a Body (and a Budget) Good March 3, 2009

Filed under: Health,Marriage — Sara @ 10:03 pm

It all started 6 months ago when Terry decided he wanted to lose weight.  He wanted to be a healthier Dad for Nate and baby #2.  I was about 7 months prego at the time, so I often ate ice cream while he did his nightly workouts.  At lunch one day, the waiter tried to give the huge plate of food to Terry and the lighter portion to me.  I quickly corrected him- a pregnant gal has got to eat!  Terry lost about 15 pounds by the time Evie was born.

About 3 weeks post-partum, I was amazingly back to my pre-pregnancy weight (something that took about 6 months with Nate), although my shape was completely different.  Then, Christmas and New Year’s came and left an extra 8 pounds around my midsection.  A little over 3 weeks ago, I decided it was time to do something about it.  For the first week or so, I half-heartedly tried to drink less Dr. Pepper and stop eating dessert every night.

Then, I decided I should try to track my calories.  If you’re cool and have an iPhone, you can use this program called Lose It!  If you’re me, you can use this awesome website- The Daily Plate, part of the website.  I tracked my calories, went over my goal most days, and of course, didn’t lose any weight.  Then, I got more serious when I entered into one of the many dares the website gives its users.  For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been tracking calories and coming in at or under my goal.  Subsequently, I’ve lost about 5 pounds. (yay, me!)

(insert clever segue here)

Terry and I have often lament that we should stop eating out so much.  It takes its toll on our bank account and our bellies.  We finally decided to get serious and try to not eat out for an entire month.  Of course, everyone we told was skeptical that we could do it. Our friends, the Meezys, were so skeptical that they placed a friendly wager on it.  You can see the terms in Terry’s post here.

Here’s our plan of attack for winning the bet:

  1. We ate out as much as we could at the end of February. I mean, like, every meal, every day, for the last week.  I was hoping to make the thought of eating out gross.  So far, it’s working, but it’s only been 3 days.
  2. We usually go downtown to have lunch with Terry once or twice a week.  Luckily, Terry works right next to Zilker Park and the weather has been beautiful recently, so we’re planning on having a picnic lunch instead of our usual lunch date.
  3. We’re planning meals that we love.  I always plan the week’s meals before grocery shopping – it just makes sense.  But I’d usually have one or two nights a week planned that weren’t dishes we both loved where we could easily be talked into going out instead.  We’re having some sort of steak every week this month. Yum.
  4. We’re also planning meals that sound exciting to make.  We both love cooking (when it’s the right meal) and actually wanting to cook every night makes us less likely to want to go out.
  5. We really don’t like losing.

But, even if we do lose in some capacity, we still win at life because they money goes to charity.  Wish us luck!


Wonder Baby February 19, 2009

Filed under: Parenting — Sara @ 3:46 pm

I’ve mentioned before how great Evie is.  She sleeps.  She’s mostly content (except with Terry, but that’s another story for another time).  But, seriously, we have a super hero for a baby.

Wonder Moment #1:

Evie during her EKG, almost 3 months old.

Evie during her EKG, almost 3 months old.

Evie has a small hole in her heart (a VSD for you medical types).  When she was 3 days old (1 day out of the hospital) we had to take her to a pediatric cardiologist for testing.  They stripped Evie down to her diaper and put a bunch of stickers all over her chest and abdomen and hooked up wires to them for an EKG.  It took a while to get the measurements to come out right since she was so little and feisty.  Then, the doctor came in and decided she also needed an ultrasound of Evie’s heart.  So we went to another room and a tech slathered her chest up with lube and took a million pictures of her chambers and whatnot.

Not only did Evie not cry once during the whole appointment, but she actually fell asleep during the ultrasound.  I can assure you that Nate would have screamed the entire time because he was cold and people were touching him and he’s starving because you haven’t fed him in the last 5 minutes you terrible, terrible parents.

We took Evie back to the cardiologist today for a check-up.  I was slightly worried she wouldn’t do as well this time since she is older.  Newborns sleep a lot more than 3 month olds.  We went through the whole routine again, EKG and ultrasound.  Evie was great again.  She didn’t go to sleep this time, but she hardly made a peep the entire appointment.  She was happy and smiling for all but a few minutes when she got hungry.

(Evie’s VSD is small and should heal on it’s own in the next few years, in case you were worried.)

    Wonder Moment #2:

A few weeks ago, Evie developed a cough.  Nate had a cold and ear infection the week before and, like good big brothers do, he shared with his sister.  We took her to the doctor on Tuesday and it was just a cold.  By Thursday,

Evie's sleeping with her oxygen tube thingy, 2 months old.

Evie sleeping with her oxygen tube thingy, 2 months old.

she sounded like she was wheezing and having trouble breathing.  We took her back to the doctor on Friday and were told her cold had developed into bronchiolitis, which is particularly bad for a tiny baby.  They tried a breathing treatment in the office to see if her lungs would clear.  I had to hold an oxygen mask over her face while a machine pumped albuterol into her lungs (it probably works way different than that, but that’s how I understood it).  The nurse warned me that most kids cry the whole time because of the loud noise, but not to worry because she’s not being hurt.  So we got the mask strap over her head and she fussed a little.  The nurse left and I held the mask.  It turns out Evie isn’t “most kids”.  She didn’t cry.  In fact, she fell asleep!  The breathing treatment didn’t help, so the pediatrician sent us to Dell Children’s Hospital to be admitted.

After sitting in the ER waiting room for an hour or so, we were triaged by a nurse and taken back to a room.  All of Evie’s vitals looked ok, includng her oxygen levels.  By the time another nurse checked on us in the room, she took another set of vitals and was concerned that her oxygen levels might be lower now.  She hooked up a monitor to Evie’s foot and her oxygen level was below 90.  The nurse hooked Evie up to one of those tubes they stick in your nose to give you oxygen (again, sorry I’m not all technical/medical and have no clue what it’s called).  The only time Evie fussed was when they had to take the tape off her face to reposition the tube in her nose and then re-tape it.  I think I would have cried, too.  That’s some sticky tape they use.

We ended up staying overnight in the hospital while they monitored Evie’s oxygen levels.  They couldn’t do much for her besides give her oxygen since bronchiolitis is caused by a virus, probably RSV. Evie went through two more breathing treatments, had her nose suctioned 4 or 5 times, and was constantly messed with/woken up to check her blood pressure, pulse, and whatever else is important when an infant is in the hospital.  They even made me wake her up in the middle of the night to feed her so they could check her weight.  (Is that really necessary at 4 am?  I tried to tell them she normally sleeps through the night, but they didn’t care.)

Because you can never have too many pictures of a happy baby.

Because you can never have too many pictures of a happy baby.

We left her in her diaper throughout the visit because it was easier for the nurses and doctors to check her that way.  She absolutely LOVED being a naked baby (as long as it wasn’t cold, of course).  In the morning, they were able to turn the oxygen off to see how she was breathing on her own.  After 7 hours of acceptable oxygen levels, they decided it was safe to let us go home.  Evie was a trooper the whole time.  During the last doctor’s examination, she was cooing and smiling at him.  I think I heard from 12 different people how they wanted to take her home because she was such a sweet baby.  They were probably just sweet talking me to get me to buy them presents, but they were right.  She is a sweet baby.  A wonder baby.

Hopefully, I didn’t just jinx myself by saying this out loud (sort of).  We moved our wonder baby into her own room a week ago.  I can’t believe she’s almost 3 months old.  I can’t believe how much she’s gone through in her short little life.  I can’t believe how undeniably amazing and resilient she is for coming out of it all grinning.


My Bloody Valentine February 15, 2009

Filed under: Marriage,Miscellaneous — Sara @ 3:46 pm

Terry and I tried to go out for Valentine’s in college, waited 2.5 hours at Cagle’s, and vowed to never go out on V-Day again without a reservation. Since then, we usually just don’t go out, especially since having kids. We try to go out for a fancy dinner to celebrate my birthday and Valentine’s in the week between the two (Although that still hasn’t happened yet this year. It seems like this having kids thing changes a lot of things).

Ahh, VD.  Not the gross kind.

Ahh, VD. Not the gross kind.

Terry has been bugging me to donate blood with him, because, you know, we’re good people and it saves lives and stuff.  I had planned for us to go on Thursday afternoon, after picking him up from the car dealer and dropping off the bottles, but it turns out they are closed Thursdays and Fridays.  That was a great day…  So we decided to go on Saturday- Valentine’s Day.  I know, it’s super romantic!!

I’ve never given blood before and Terry had only given once during college.  I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.  I mostly wanted to go to see if I was still anemic post-pregnancy.  (It turns out I’m not, so I have nothing to blame my constant exhaustion on other than our two crazy kids.)  We packed up the kids and headed to our local blood bank.  After Terry was done, he took the kids and it was my turn.  This lady took me into a room and asked about 40 questions about my experiences with prostitutes, HIV, and homosexuality. I guess I passed the test, because they still let me give blood. (I was worried about it for a second there…)

I gave up my pint of blood and the nurse (are they nurses?) started rambling off instructions of what to do and what not to do for the next several hours/days: “Eat a well-balanced, hearty meal; No physical activity (I was soooo disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to work out); No caffeine or alcohol the rest of the day; Don’t take off the arm wrap for at least 4 hours.”  Wait, What?!? Go back a second there.  Did you say NO caffeine?  If you know me, and I assume you do since you are reading this and strangers probably don’t care what I did on Valentine’s, you know that I LOVE and NEED Dr. Pepper.  And I hadn’t had one yet that day because I was planning to have one with lunch. Oh well, surely I can go ONE DAY without one.  I did make it a whopping 10 days while pregnant.

So we go home to eat lunch and put Nate down for his nap.  I’m feeling weak, dizzy, headachey, you know, overall AWESOME.  I took some advil and lay down for a nap.  I woke up with an even worse headache and took some more advil.  Terry convinced me to drink caffeine.  He had already done it and hadn’t died yet, so I figured it would probably be ok.  I finally started feeling better in time to help make dinner- delicious bacon-wrapped shrimp (even Nate liked them!) and homemade chicken fettucine alfredo.  That’s what I call a hearty meal!  It turns out you burn 650 calories donating a pint of blood so we could pretty much eat anything we wanted yesterday. This is especially great since we weren’t allowed any physical activity (again, I was completely bummed about the no-working-out thing) and are both trying to lose weight (some of us are trying harder than others).

In celebration of eat-whatever-we-want day, I mean, Valentine’s Day, Terry decided we should all go out for ice cream after dinner.  After some arm-twisting, we went to Marble Slab.  Nate was adorable taking alternating bites from each of our massive ice cream bowls (insert picture we should have taken to show you how cute he is ).  This will definitely become a new Valentine’s tradition for us (going to get ice cream, not donating blood and feeling crappy), at least until the kids are older and we remember to get reservations more than a day in advance.


Foiled! February 12, 2009

Filed under: Miscellaneous — Sara @ 6:21 pm

We try to be good people. We donate money to good causes. We populate the world with baby geniuses. We recycle. At least we try to.

When we lived in Leander, the trash company picked up our recycling- cans, glass, plastic, you name it.  When I set up our utilities in Cedar Park, the kind lady at the city informed me that the trash company won’t recycle glass. I was all, “Really?” And the lady was all “Really. We can’t find a place to take mass amounts of glass for us so we don’t accept it.” Odd, since we only moved like 10 minutes from our previous house and it seems like both cities should be able to work with the same magical glass recycling plant or whatever. Then she says, “I don’t tell most people about this, because they don’t seem to care, but there is a place you can take your glass right down the road.” Great!

So we dutifully started separately collecting our glass bottles.  The bags filled up fast, since we also like to throw super-fun parties where glass bottles are often involved.  After we’d lived at the new house a month or two, I packed up a few bags of bottles and Nate and headed to the recycling center.  It takes me like 3 hours to find the place because in the middle of nowhere, down a dirt driveway, with the tiniest sign ever.  It turns out it’s just a tall chain link fenced-in area with a bunch of barrels.  Why are there a bunch of barrels you might ask?  Because you have to sort your glass by color.  You can’t just drop off your glass collection to a nice man that magically makes them disappear.  So I get out of my car and take my bags of bottles over to the barrels and painfully sort them for 10 minutes or so. Mind you I am about 6 months pregnant and have a 15 month old in the car.  And he’s crying because he thinks I am leaving him when I get the bags out of the trunk and walk away.

So it took me a few more months (like 4) before I decided it was time to take more bottles.  By this time, I was VERY pregnant and was going to make Terry go with me for backup.  Of course, we never went and the baby came.  So we’ve now accumulated 8 or so trash bags full of bottles.  I’ve tried to convince some of the people I know in Leander to let us slowly recycle our bottles on their trash days, but that didn’t really work out.  We finally loaded the bags into Terry’s trunk (they barely fit since he has the tiniest trunk in the world.  My car is so much better.)  We figured if they were loaded up, we would be more inclined to deliver them.  WRONG.  The place is only open on certain days/hours-  it’s in the middle of nowhere- and you have to sort your own bottles!  Why wouldn’t they want to make it ridiculously difficult to recycle? A few weeks pass and he gets tired of hearing glass clang every time he turns, so he takes them out and puts them back in the garage.  FAIL.

I had a little shindig for my birthday last weekend and one of my friends offered to take a bag to recycle in Leander for us.  Tiny WIN.  But, we still have at least 7 bags left.  Terry put one of the bags in the trash yesterday, leaving us with 6.  Tiny FAIL. He told me that he would put one bag a week in the trash until they were gone if I didn’t get rid of them. But, we are GOOD PEOPLE!  We can’t throw them away! So today, Terry was taking off early to take his car to the shop (it’s leaking oil- see! my car is BETTER).  I figured if I loaded the bottles into my trunk, we could stop by the recycling center together once we picked him up from the car place.  So I did and we picked him up.  And then I dropped him and Nate off at the house because Nate needed a nap (which he didn’t take, btw).

So, Evie and I headed on to the recycling center.  There is a clusterpuff of construction in the area which makes it even harder to get to the impossible-to-find, sort-your-own-glass, only-open-random-hours recycling center.  I turned around a thousand times and circled the dang place like a vulture before deciding it was just too difficult to get to without flirting with, I mean, talking to, the construction guys.  As I pass by one last time on my way home, I notice the fence is closed.  On a day when it’s supposed to be open. ODD.  So I came back home, feeling defeated, and looked at the website only to find this:

Starting Jan. 6, 2009
Due to lack of funding.

EPIC FAIL.  It turns out I am not a good person because I will be throwing away all of those glass bottles.  It should not be this difficult to save our planet!


Life with Two January 12, 2009

Filed under: Marriage,Parenting — Sara @ 2:35 pm

Did you know that babies are supposed to sleep? Like, all the time? And they’re NOT supposed to cry all the time? This news has come as a welcome shock to us. Evie has her moments, but she is a little angel compared to what Nate put us through. She sleeps 5-7 hours at night. I think it took Nate about 6 months to figure that out. And then we ferberized him.  I’m not really sure why we thought it was a good idea to have another kid already, knowing what they could put you through.  I guess we figured it couldn’t be THAT bad again.  I guess we were right.

Nate ate every 2 hours, around the clock.  It would take him 45 minutes to fall back asleep so I maybe got an hour of sleep at a time for the first 2 months or so.  Then we switched to formula, for that and other reasons.  Evie has no eating schedule.  It’s kind of annoying because you never know when she’ll be hungry again- some times it’s 1.5 hours, sometimes it’s 4- completely unpredictable.  She also rarely poops (maybe once every 2 days) which is very different from most infants that poop in every diaper. For Evie, this means we sometimes forget to change her until her diaper is super full, but we’re trying to get better about it!  It’s funny how much you talk openly about poop once you become a parent (sorry to you childless readers…) Those are really my only two complaints about her, and I am more than happy to deal with them considering what she could be doing to us.

I love these people.

I love these people.

Although Evie is a fairly easy infant, the last six weeks have not been easy (I won’t even go into the fun delivery details, you can read them here dated November 27-28).  Had she been difficult, I would probably be writing this from a mental hospital.  I had problems nursing Nate and gave up after 2 months.  I started having similar problems with Evie in the hospital and constantly asked the nurses for help.  Most were encouraging and said I was doing everything right, “it just takes time for mom and baby to adjust”.  The first night nurse told me “some women just aren’t made to breastfeed.”  I wanted to smack her.  Instead, I cried.  How dare she say that to me!  She was probably just being honest, but that’s not what struggling mothers need.  By the time we came home, I was bleeding and in incredible pain at every feeding.  By our 2nd day at home I had chills and 1o4 fever from mastitis, which also makes your boobs even more tender than they already are from engorgement. I could write an entire post (maybe a book) about my struggles and failures with breastfeeding, but I will save you the details.  I gave up when Evie was a week old and I found myself dreading and crying at every feeding.

Only two people I’ve told have been entirely supportive of my choice to bottle feed.  I go through days when I feel like a terrible mother for not being able to stick it out.  Could it really have been all that painful? And then I recall telling Terry how having Evie was way less painful than those feedings and I know that it must have been really bad.  An emotionally and physically well mother, bottle feeding her baby, is much better than the alternative, even if it would have only lasted a few months, in my opinion. If you have something encouraging to say on this subject, please comment. Otherwise, please keep your thoughts to yourself. I can’t go back and change my decision. I’m thrilled that there are women who are able to successfully breastfeed and would encourage every new mom to try it, but it doesn’t always work out.

I’ve already amazed myself with what you can accomplish with two kids, and I still have a lot to learn.  I’ve run into the grocery store with Evie in a sling and Nate on my hip because his shoe fell off in the middle of the parking lot in the freezing rain.  I’ve learned to do oh so many things one-handed- like fold laundry, get Nate out of his crib while giving Evie a bottle, and typing this blog post (VERY slowly).  I’m still a little weary of leaving the house by myself with both kids, but the double stroller is quickly becoming my best friend.  I’m quite proud of how much we’ve done as a family since having Evie.  We were terrified to leave the house with Nate because he would likely scream the ENTIRE time, even in the car, and we would get those judging stares.  I think we went out to eat for the first time when he was 6 weeks old because I was so stir crazy I was about to explode.  Evie, on the other hand, went to the mall, grocery shopping, to Babies-r-us, and out to eat several times before she was a week old.  Apparently, stir-craziness increases exponentially when you have an 18 month old in the house with you. 🙂

And finally, I’m excited to say that Terry and I are getting along better than we have in years.  Not that it’s been bad, it’s just great now.  It’s like when we first started dating. Only with a mortgage and 2 kids.


The End of Babyhood November 27, 2008

Filed under: Parenting — Sara @ 11:22 am

Happy Birthday to Nate! He turns 18 months old today. It’s also the official last day he is an only child. The last day he is our baby. He has grown into such a wonderful little boy over the past year and a half. At the

Nate, 18 months old.

Nate, 18 months old.

beginning, we weren’t sure all of us would survive this long. 🙂 I am amazed by him everyday. He is so intrigued by all of the things we take for granted because we experience them everyday and have become numb to their wonder. I know he is still very much a baby and will be for few more years. But, he will have to grow up faster than he may want to fill the shoes of a big brother.

Part of me feels guilty for bringing another child into our family while Nate is still so young. I feel like I am taking part of me away from him. I read a quote recently that said our hearts don’t have to be divided when we have more than one child, that they expand to make room for each addition. I can’t imagine having more love in my heart than I have for Nate, but I guess I will feel what that’s like tomorrow.

Another part of me is so excited to be giving Nate a sibling- and hopefully a lifelong friend. I am so blessed to have my sister in my life. She is truly my best friend and that will never change. We definitely weren’t always close, and for most of our childhood, we were enemies. I’m sure Nate and his new sibling will have their share of disagreements over the years, but I hope those fights help strengthen their relationship and that they can lean on each other when they need unconditional support.

We don’t have any Thanksgiving plans today.  We had our big meal with our family last night.  Today, we are spending time celebrating Terry’s birthday (since we’ll be in the hospital on Saturday) and enjoying our last hours as a family of 3.

These are my 18 favorite things about Nate at 18 months (thanks to Laurel for the idea):

  1. The way he giggles uncontrollably when we go see Daddy for lunch and he sees Daddy coming towards our car.
  2. The way he hugs and kisses Rojo and fusses when Dot runs away from him because he wants to pet her, too.
  3. How proud he is of himself when he tells us what he wants (and gets it) through signs or words.
  4. How he blows kisses, blinks his eyes, and waves at strangers.  Almost everyday, someone tells me that he just made their day.
  5. The way he runs to the window or garage door when he hears Daddy is home.
  6. How fascinated he is with lights and fans and signs please when he wants them on.
  7. His slobbery kisses on my cheek and baby belly.
  8. How he tries so hard to do something on his own (complete with an adorable face of concentration) and then asks for help with a big grin on his face when he can’t get it.
  9. His recent attachment his Mommy and the cute little way he says my name.
  10. The way he shows affection to his stuffed animals by cuddling them and giving them kisses.
  11. How he has to have his tiger under one arm, sippy cup of water under the other, and monkey music playing before he’ll lay down for nap.
  12. How resilient he is.  He gets a lot of bumps and bruises, and a quick hug and kiss from Mommy or Daddy is usually enough to make everything better and move onto the next adventure.
  13. The way he loves to wear hats- his Tech hat, Daddy’s Tech hat, or even a bucket he pretends is a hat.
  14. How he loves to throw things away for us and take his diaper to the diaper champ in the garage.
  15. How excited he gets when he sees a kitty on TV, running around the house, or outside and says “kitty!”.
  16. The way he runs EVERYWHERE because life is just that exciting.
  17. The way he plays peekaboo by hiding behind a column or squatting down by the ottoman or just putting his hands over his eyes so he thinks you can’t see him.
  18. How he knows which book he wants you to read him and will let you know if you choose the wrong one.

We love you Nate!  You will be a wonderful big brother, but you will always be my baby.


The Big Burrito Debate November 13, 2008

Filed under: Marriage,Miscellaneous,Pregnancy — Sara @ 4:23 pm

I love Freebirds.  I even started a Facebook group to petition them to build one in Lubbock while we were living there (they actually have 3 there now!).  Over the past year or so, Terry decided that he favors Chipotle to Freebirds.  It’s like I don’t even know him anymore…  I tried it just to shut him up and was appalled.  It was awful.  Seriously?!?!  You like that place?  You like that place MORE than Freebirds?  I almost made him sleep on the couch that night.

Since then, several of our friends have also jumped on the Chipotle bandwagon and go on and on about how great it is.  I’ve attempted to de-friend them over it, but it hasn’t really worked out.  So a tiny part of me recently decided that it can’t be that awful.  Why would sooo many people go there and talk about how great it is?  It either actually is good or this is the biggest, most useless and expensive practical joke ever played on me.

Today, Nate and I went downtown to eat lunch with Terry.  We tried Shady Grove first (yummy), but there was a 25 minute wait and the pregnant lady and 17 month old were not waiting that long to eat. (In our defense, we had just driven 30 minutes to pick Terry up and were already hungry when we left the house…)  So, I quietly offer that, maybe, possibly we could go to Chipotle so I could give it a second chance.  Of course, Terry jumped at the opportunity, even though the 900 calorie burrito would break his diet for the day.  I’ve decided to compare my burrito experiences for you…

  1. Tortilla- this one goes to Chipotle.  I get the flour at Freebirds and it’s decent, but the Chipotle tortilla tastes more homemade and delicious-like.
  2. Chicken- Freebirds.  I don’t like spicy stuff.  At. All.  The chicken at Chipotle was ok, but it was a little too spiced and I’m sure what all parts of the chicken I was actually eating.  The goodness of the white meat chicken breast from Freebirds wins.  Hands down.
  3. Rice- Also better at Freebirds.  Chipotle rice has no flavor so they add cilantro to it.  I don’t like cilantro.  This one was an easy one.
  4. Cheese and sour cream- This one is a draw.  Although, you do have a choice of cheeses (or queso!) at Freebirds.  I am a lover of all cheese so I don’t really care as long as it’s on my burrito.  And sour cream is pretty difficult to mess up unless it’s old and moldy.  That would just be gross.
  5. Cookie- Freebirds wins again.  Mostly because they actually sell chocolate chip cookies.  And, because I have become particularly attached to chocolate chip cookies since becoming pregnant 9 months ago.
  6. Cups- Another draw.  I prefer styrofoam cups and neither establishment is willing to kill the environment to make me happy.  Negative points all around.
  7. Price- Chipotle.  We spent about $5 less today than we would have at Freebirds, mostly because Nate’s meal was $2 cheaper (this is particularly awesome since Nate only eats about half of his quesadilla usually).  Neither of us got drinks today, so that would add some to our normal tab, but it would still be slightly cheaper than Freebirds.
  8. Bathrooms- Draw again.  Neither place had great bathrooms (trust me, I have a lot of experience with public restrooms, mostly because I have a baby playing the drums on my bladder 24/7).
  9. Locations- Chipotle.  If I ever do decide that I like Chipotle, it’ll be great because they are EVERYWHERE.  The closest Freebirds to our house is about 25 minutes away.  Luckily, there is one less than 5 minutes from Terry’s work, so it’s not so bad when we go visit him for lunch.
  10. Chips- Freebirds.  I threw this one in there just to make the list an even 10 items.  I didn’t actually have any chips at Chipotle, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like them as much as I like the chips at Freebirds. 🙂 (no, that’s not cheating.)

So there you have it, 4 for Freebirds, 3 for Chipotle, and 3 draws.  Unless my math is wrong (and it quite possibly is because I have a fried prego brain right now), FREEBIRDS WINS!  You should celebrate by eating it for dinner tonight.  You know you want to.

I guess that about wraps it up (ah, burrito pun…).  After today, I will say that Chipotle isn’t all that bad.  I will no longer gag when Terry mentions that he ate there, but he will most likely not be eating there with me again anytime soon.