January 9, 2012
Sick, sick, sick.
My head is gunky, my lungs are gunky, my brain has stopped working, I had a fever last night for the first time in years.
Still, there is birthday cake in my future, made by someone other than me, so it can’t be all bad.
January 2, 2012
Alternatively known as Eighty Three Plus One because we didn’t have a number four candle.
I wonder what an eighty-four year old wishes for? She wouldn’t tell me because then it wouldn’t come true.
September 24, 2011
Two does not sit still. Two climbs all over you when you’re trying to sleep. Two jumps on the bed and then laughs when you say “No jumping on the bed!” Two thinks the world is made of magic and sunshine.
Two is probably the best age ever.
I have no idea how he got here so fast. Happy Birthday, Bubba!
September 7, 2011
Next year, please to remind me that hosting a party for forty plus people is way out of my league and I shouldn’t do it again. An added benefit to this would be that making rainbow colored cupcakes for twenty is much more acceptable than attempting to make rainbow colored cupcakes for fifty, finding out that you only have enough batter for twenty-five and then sending your mom to the tiny market in town where she was forced to purchase the only box of cake mix that didn’t expire in 2009. Ah, small town, USA. It’s so quirky.
Although, the twenty-five that did end up rainbow colored were delightful.
April 12, 2011
…and you need a little nap to make it through the day. If that nap happens to fall exactly during the time when you are supposed to be opening your presents and eating cake? So be it. Too bad for everyone else.
My nephew understands this concept completely. He’s the birthday boy and he gets to decide when it’s nap time.
January 17, 2011
I fully approve of people sending me presents in the mail. Everyone should do it.
These are from my Mom. Good job, Mom!