If I had to turn 31, though, at least it was an enjoyable day. Well, after church. I'm trying to get us back in the churchgoing habit. Our church has no childcare, you see. (I know. Gasp.) Ever tried to get a 3 and 2 year old to sit quietly for an HOUR? Without medicating? Yeah, it's super fun and not at all distracting. (Not.) Anderson lasted about 12 minutes before J took him out (out of the church, not like "took him out"). Vivi hung in there through communion, but by "hung in there" I mean she kicked her shoes off, crawled around on the floor, tried to deface a Bible with crayons, and clapped her hands after every reading and song and exclaimed (in her outside voice) "YAY! All done now!" Sigh.
But we went. And after that, my birthday was nice. A three hour nap-a-thon and later, a cat themed birthday party.
OMG KIDDING. It wasn't actually a cat themed birthday party, it was grilling and cake with the family. (What if it WAS a cat themed birthday party for a 31 year old woman?!? Would you seriously ever come back to my blog again?!) It just so happened, totally coincidentally, that my dad decided this was the day to deliver the cat tree house he and my mom had gifted our cats. The real present was about 1/100th this size and came in a little blue box. LOVE!
I also love sharing my birthday (week) with my cousin, Robbie. We didn't love it so much as kids, the whole cake and attention sharing thing. There's a classic picture somewhere of the two of us pouting over our shared Easter bunny cake. And another one pouting over our coordinating Bert & Ernie cakes. But now, it's all good. We even got separate non-coordinating cakes this year, thanks to his super wife Jackie!
I'm the baldish midget in the middle eying my presents.
Next year we'll both have babies in the picture!
|i love them better than cat cake, even.|