Happy birthday to me!
This is me at 8 months.
I'm 30 now.
Last night, Scott threw me a birthday party. Not a surprise - thank goodness. I made it clear months ago that I had no interest in being a "surprise-ee" on my birthday.
My party was was perfect: close friends, good food, Costco cake, Dance Dance Revolution. Well, that last part was not my idea, but it was surprisingly fun anyway.
Me and my boys
Dance Dance Revolution
|Scott vs. Suzy|
Yes, we even made the preggers get up there. Karen won the DDR tournament - 3 weeks from her due date!
Her face is priceless here.
How appropriate that my 30th birthday would fall on a Monday, and I would spend the majority of my day folding laundry and wiping bottoms? Not complaining - I love spending time at home with my boys, and what a perfect picture of my life at 30 years old. Honestly, turning 30 has been no big deal to me. I mean, I've been married 7 years, I have 2 kids. I might as well be 30, right? It's like I'm finally acting my age. I feel so blessed to be where I am doing just what I'm doing right now.
At lunch today, I made Keaton sing "Happy Birthday to Mama!" before he could enjoy a piece of leftover cake. I can do that because I'm the mom.
And I'm 30.