Birthday Extravaganza...

Oh what a difference a year makes! For the past few years I  have dreaded my birthday, I felt like I was asking too much for choosing a dinner that was more complicated than usual or for a cake from a specific bakery. And shame on me for wanting a gift of a massage and a brow wax! I was never sure if I was asking for too much attention, but I certainly felt that way. My birthday seemed more like a day of hurt feelings, last minute, insincere gifts and time spent feeling sorry for myself- a wasted day.

Getting older doesn't bother me, shoot! I am turning back time every night with my eye potions and wrinkle creams. I believe that you are as young as you live... I will be 29 forever!

This year I decided, that my needs, wants and desires would be met, people asked me what I wanted... I told them. I have to say that today was one of the best birthdays ever! I got a free workout at the gym (score!), I went to a long early lunch with 2 friends, I picked up my birthday gift from Sephora, I had a delicious meal cooked by my dad for dinner and chocolate cake for dessert, I got a lot of great gifts, lots of well wishes and I have realized that all of these people believe in me, are inspired by me and love me for who I am and the contribution that I make in their lives.

What a difference a year makes! Not weighed down someone else's expectation of how I should celebrate, but lifted by how I want to be celebrated.

CHEERS to 38 and chocolate cake!

He's a Tweener!!!

In the last month or so it has hit me. 6, 5, 4, 3... weeks left of fifth grade.  Actually what hit me was the pungent smell of dirty, sweaty boy feet as I entered Jack's room to tell him to turn off the light and go to sleep at 10:30. Seriously, the boy who has always required a solid 12 hours starting at 7 pm, is now up at all hours of the night. 11- that must be what it is.

CHA- CHA- CHANGES... turn and face the... zits? WHAT?

And don't even get me started on his B.A.D. attitude. This kid has a scowl that rivals his mother's.

The Doctor diagnosed him as being a teenager. I want my sweet boy back. DREAD!