Happy Birthday to Me

This morning Liza came running into my room yelling, "Happy Birthday, Mom!" (My birthday was yesterday.) She went on to show me that she'd wrapped me a present. Inside was one of her dolls. "Now you can sleep with him (it's actually a girl in pink pajamas - but apparently quite masculine-looking to Liza, because she always calls her "him" - unlike the other girls who receive the appropriate pronouns - an older version of this Pottery Barn doll). "He's the softest of all, except Horton -but I sleep with him."


Now come on - a gift from the heart, yeah? Thank you, Liza. Yesterday, once they'd seen that the "birthday elves" had come (put up streamers and balloons) and it was my birthday - I had asked the kids if their gift to me could be a day of no whining or fighting. No dice.

So, on to things I could control - I decided to have a little birthday pizza party. Tyler's late night is Tuesday, and given the fact the we just returned from the aforementioned trip to Hawaii, he had a full day (though did manage to squeeze in making me the wonderful, traditional breakfast in bed).

It was the big "three - oh" as they all say, and I had been out of town - I wanted my friends to come hang out. So, a few phone calls later, a quick trip to for surprisingly good $10 pizza, and voila! Party

It was such a blast. The kids all ran around, and we spent the afternoon with friends coming and going. Before I knew it - the day was done! Sure put a new perspective on the old way to spend a birthday. (which was... - I dunno!)



oh - and no pics - too busy having fun to even think of it. Too bad - I was hair -ed and make-up -ed, and it wasn't even Sunday : )




(P.S. - Thank you to all who e-mailed, texted, called, snail mailed, oh - and sang, et.c - such fun to feel loved all day!).