It's my birthday!

Admittedly, I wasn't very excited about this one. I mean, after a while, don't birthdays seem more annoying than not? I am so used to making the boys' birthdays huge and awesome and special, that when there isn't someone doing it for me (geez, mom!) it just seems kind of 'meh'.

Too bad for me I never realized that my boys would make this special in their own way, which included Eddie waking me up by banging a balloon on my face after Finn wanted to celebrate with me all night long! Frankie got me chocolates (since I always pick out my own presents (this year is a new swim suit and a couple of dresses)) and cute cards and even remembered to hang the birthday banner that we hang every year for everyone's birthday. Eddie has continued to sing a rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" about every 10 minutes, even making up his own rap-ish one that ended with him saying "I sung that just for you, Momma" and OH, how could I have ever wanted to ignore this day?

We kind of celebrated this weekend with dinner and friends and above all, the best people watching ever at RPM Italian, where I felt completely cool and chic until it was time to drive home and we had to move the car seats to the trunk for Tat and Jon to fit in the car. Nothing says cool like hauling the biggest carseat known to man around to the trunk of your Jetta Wagon in the middle of a road while youngins are emptying the club next door. Still, I felt pretty and loved and so thankful for friends that will talk about highly inappropriate things too loudly in a packed restaurant and then ride home primed and ready to puke in my child's backpack.

{love these girls}

So, I suppose I'll embrace the day. After all, I am a lucky girl with amazing friends, amazing family and most of all, amazing and awesome boys.