The Good, The Bad, & The Bunny Cake

As mentioned in my previous post, my trip to Nebraska was memorable for many reasons, but I wanted to highlight a few for posterity's sake.


The Welcome Home Sign

My dad and youngest brother Dominic, aka Uncle Dom, were waiting at the Grand Island airport with this sweet homemade sign. I had never been greeted with a sign at the airport before. It was the cutest thing ever!

The Heartless Waiter vs. The Hungry Pregnant Lady 

Once I arrived in Grand Island, I was starving and just had to have a cheese Runza. We swung through the drive-thru and then headed to a local sports bar that shall remain nameless to meet up with a few more of my family members. We walked into the bar, me with my Runza bag in one hand and Runza cup in the other, sat down, and, just as I was about to dig in to my bag of goodness, our waiter walked over to me and said that I couldn't bring outside food into the restaurant. Of course I knew this was probably the rule before I even went inside, but I put on my pouty face and said, "Please??? I'm pregnant and starving and I'm from out of town and I've been craving Runza for MONTHS." He was serious though and told me I had to take it outside. Hmph. So I went outside and sat all alone in the cold car and savored every bite of my cheese Runza, crinkle fries, and Root Beer. It was glorious. For the record, my brother James did kindly offer to sit in the car with me while I ate, but I was afraid I would feel rushed and didn't want anything getting in my way of enjoying that meal to the fullest. I made my way back inside and found out that the waiter had apologized to my brother, saying, "Sorry about your wife, man." Haha.   

The Bunny Cake

A few days before my trip, I was talking to Dominic on the phone and he told me that he was so excited for me to come home because he had a surprise for me. I assumed it was probably something for the baby, but I was wrong. When I got home, Dominic told me to close my eyes and led me through the house to the kitchen. When I opened my eyes, this is what I saw:

A bunny cake? Yes, a bunny cake. Dominic had won it at a school fundraiser the previous weekend and had been saving it for me all week. He said that it was all mine as long as I was having a girl. I still don't quite understand the 10-year-old logic behind his "gift" since the cake is long gone and we won't know the gender for another two months, but it was a great surprise nonetheless. Thanks, Dom!