Who's Had a Birthday? Shout Hurray!

I like growing old. Yes, I know that isn't normal. Not only did I look forward to hitting 30, the thought of one day being 40 is downright exciting. I even check the mirror for signs of smile wrinkles, (and am happy to find them).

This being said, birthdays just don't do it for me. I tend to forget them. In fact, I realized today that I'll have to push back Joseph's party because I haven't sent out the invites (and his birthday is next week). I try to remember the birthday's for which I am directly responsible, but to everyone else, there isn't a great chance I will remember. I still love you, I promise. Well, most of you anyway . . .

So why am I pointing out my freakishness? Because Kim called me out with this comment on my last post:

"By the way, I was expecting a post on your birthday and got a housecleaning
one instead..."

Yes, last Monday was my birthday and I am only now posting about it. I feel bad, because it really was a happy birthday. I am 32 years old. I got bright floral dresses, flood length jeans, and orthopedic shoes. Oh wait, that is what I am getting Peter for his next birthday. Don't give away the surprise!

Actually, my parents sent me this nice crystal Christ statue that rotates and reflects changing colors. Apparently they are big out west, but having lived on the east coast for the last 7 years, I was unfamiliar with them. Thanks guys! (Matthew keeps climbing on the stool and pointing at it, saying, "Jesus on?" So he likes it, too)

Our friends graciously offered to come over and watch our kids while Peter and I went out to eat. Ever thoughtful, they even offered to pick up my oldest two from piano so Peter and I could go out early (Peter was working the night shift). We went to a great little restaurant (Olio's). It has been ages since we have been out alone in public. What a treat!

Turns out I have become hard to buy for. When Peter asked what I wanted, I couldn't think of a thing (unless you count shrink rays and transporters). While at dinner I mentioned that I would like to cook more things from scratch and the perfect idea came up: a wheat grinder! We are looking now.

So there is my birthday post. And I even remembered my correct age. And I only had to do the math twice to make sure I was right.

P.S. When I went to load a picture of my birthday, I had to go back 5 years to find one. That is NOT Joseph in the picture, it is ETHAN. And yes, we really had a purple living room back then. I guess I need to be better at remembering to pull out the camera (I told you birthdays were not my thing). And wait till you see some of the pictures I found for Create the Caption!