Really. It’s my birthday. It’s been a decent day.
We spent about 6 hours (a little more?) in the car today. It actually wasn’t terrible. The baby’s bottom molars finally broke through, so he actually slept 8 hours straight last night. (Which means I got about six hours of sleep before he woke up.) I could finally function at 4:30 in the morning. On the drive home, he napped mostly on his regular schedule. And I think he may have only cried for an hour.
Last year, I bought my big fancy camera for my birthday. This year, my husband took my hint (read: he paid attention to the link I not-so-subtly sent him on amazon) and bought me a camera bag. The baby gave me a book, I was spoiled with money, gift cards and food. My mom made lasagna and cake. Ghiradelli chocolate cake. And I may have over half of the cake sitting on my kitchen counter now.
Good thing I took tomorrow off so I can go running. I’ll need it.
Chloe thinks the best part of birthdays is the tissue paper left behind.
And, with that, I think my birthday festivities are coming to an end.