My Birthday

Is it terrible that I totally cropped Andrew and Rob out of this picture?!

Fine, here they are!!

Family Shot....I don't know why Rob looks sooo tired in this picture. Although it may have something to do with finishing up his project.

I didn't think I was going to survive my birthday yesterday. Seriously. And it wasn't the fact that this is the last year of my twenties. Nope. It was my son. (You guessed that, right!).

He woke up in a bad mood. Not wanting to eat; not wanting to get dressed; not wanting to do anything but have me hold him.

And I knew he wasn't sick because we had his 18 month well-baby checkup yesterday also. (Note to self: Never schedule an 18 month well-baby check up on your birthday. Unless you enjoy spending your mornings wrestling a toddler to stay on the scales; prying him off your shoulder to get his finger pricked; chasing him around the exam room with a bloody finger, because he has pulled the band-aid off said finger, as he relentlessly runs to the door to escape; calming him down finally only to have the doctor walk in and another meltdown.....from both mama and baby this time).

I told the doctor that the 18 month well-baby should be called a "well-mama". Because, goodness, did I have a full-blown therapy session.

I really 'heart-ed' my pediatrician yesterday. He gave me great advice on discipline, eating, and naps. As well as confirmed my suspicions that Andrew's behavior is 'normal'. (I can't decide if that is a good or bad thing).

Anywho. Back to my birthday.

So, after a somewhat tumultuous start to the day, things began looking up as we were leaving the doctor's office at 10am.

After lunch, both Andrew and mama took much needed naps. And, by the grace of God, Andrew actually slept 3.5 hours!!!! And, also by the grace of God, I had a good hair day.

For dinner, we headed down to Camilla for supper and a delicious cake! Thanks, mama!!

Rob "spared no expense" (his words) and gave me some really thoughtful gifts. You know you are a parent when your idea of a thoughtful gift is a "top of the line" dust-buster!

While I am sure that the full impact of this being the last year of my twenties will hit me at some point this year, so far, I think I can handle 29......Bring it on!