So today is MY Birthday. I'm turning thirty-one. Woo-hoo! I'm so excited I want to go back to bed. Having always been afflicted with a Christmas Birthday, I am used to the cold weather, the holiday music, the combo present and all my friends being out of town/visiting Grandma on my special day. Like Griffin, I also came early, ruining Mom's maternity leave and arrived early the Thursday before Christmas (I was only HALF as early as G Dawg, though, and didn't have to make a detour through the NICU.) As if there wasn't already enough going on this week, I had to add to the chaos by sandwiching my already maligned BDay between my darling son and this Jesus guy. At least I waited until I was thirty to throw Griffin into the mix and it coincides with Birthdays not being so cool anymore.
I may just pack up my Birthday and move it to a more pleasant season, like midsummer, since no one really cares how old I am anyway. My plan is to celebrate my Thirtieth Birthday next summer (since I was in the hospital recovering from a C Section this time last year) and perhaps fool everyone into thinking I am younger than I actually am.
Alright, enough about me. I know you all really want to hear about Griffin and how well he can use a straw!
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