I turned 29 last Thursday. TWENTY-NINE! Next year, I turn 20-10, better known as thirty. Twenty-eight was mostly consumed with Elijah. It was also the year of minimal showering and record-breaking leg hair (I'll let you swallow the bile that just came up). Needless to say it came and went in a flash. It was one of my favorite years (since one of my favorite people came into the world) and it was one of the most challenging and discouraging years I have ever endured. (Wow, Charles Dickens, way to be paradoxical.)
Anyway...back to birthday. Ben has always been great about birthdays. I mean I don't think he wants a repeat of marriage year one when I burst into tears at the end of the day because *sob* he DIDN'T DECORATE THE HOUSE!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I cried because my husband, who bought me a present, took me to dinner, etc. did not decorate our house. I'm not sure why he didn't get in his car and drive to the nearest divorce attorney and/or have me committed. In college, my roommates would always decorate the house for each girl's birthday, and so I just assumed he would grow a uterus and be sensitive to this tradition. I am a crazy woman. I told him this year he didn't have to decorate, which he verified several times and then had a notary bear witness to my statement. I just didn't want Eli to get into stuff.
I woke up to two cards (from my boys), a box of hot tamales and a box of junior mints (it's a junior mint), and two wee bottles of coke (some of my favorite things.) **side note: I gave up pop for the new year, but I allowed myself the empty calories for my birthday...it was carbonated bliss.** Then my mom called and played The Beatles' Birthday Song--one of my favorite family traditions. Later in the day, fellow RD friends, Anna, Carrie and Mallary brought me some daisies (another favorite). Then, Ben took me to buy new running shoes and then to dinner at Cottage Inn (another favorite). Later that night, my dear sister-in-law came over to watch Eli whilst Ben and I went to a movie. We went out...on a date...to a place where we didn't have our child with us...on a date. It was great! We held hands and everything. We saw Book of Eli...go out and see it right now. It was a great movie! I had a lot of great birthday wishes from friends! It was a great day.
Birthday extravaganza continued into Friday when my parents took me to the Parlour for delicious, cellulite-inducing food. On Saturday, I met one of my dearest friends, Jennifer, in Ann Arbor for shopping and talking. I love and miss her! You know you have a good friend when she helps you change your child's poopy diaper in a public restroom. And finally, the weekend ended with an ACT tutoring session at Sylvan and Super Bowl fun with the Hunts. Megan and I didn't really watch it, but it sounded like a Super good time. (Yikes, I'm a nerd.)
This week I'm gearing up for Eli's FIRST BIRTHDAY!!! Did you hear me? He's ONE YEAR OLD! He's one year closer to resenting me for not letting him date that girl with the tongue piercing.
(I had pictures ready to post, but the Internet is being a db. So I may edit later on to post said pictures.)