Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...
So in previous years I expected a lot out of my big day. I reminded myself of a 5 year old that counts down the days.
This year I didn't expect anything special. You wanna know why? Because I get a lot of bonus cool stuff throughout the year and I am really grateful. Who cares if I get something special on one certain day of the year? Each one of my friends and loved ones do so much for me quite often, so a birthday doesn't warrant something extra in my new opinion.
So let me tell you what low expectations got me:
Liam let me sleep in until 9am.
Ian took us out to my favorite breakfast joint.
Ian took us to a place called "Jump on It" and we had SO. MUCH. FUN! I mean, SO MUCH FUN!
We went to the farmers market for fresh peaches, asiago bread and shaved ice... then sat in the shade and shared the icy treat with Liam.
While Liam napped, I uploaded awesome photos and started Liam's birthday letter.
While Liam still napped, I went to pick up the sitter. Ian and I went on a date to see The Bourne Ultimatum. (And it was totally everything I thought it would be.)
We got back to a very happy toddler and we took the sitter home.
Liam and I played and there was no whining (him nor me).
Liam went to bed on time.
I made fresh peach cobbler (while Ian went to get ice cream).
Robin called me and we laughed together like old times.
Drew (my brother in law) came over with two scrumptious pizzas from Peir 49.
We three laughed as we watched Duce Bigalow (on TV) and ate pizza and peach cobbler.
Kate called and sang to me just now. (And by the way, my birthday started last night when she took me on an ice cream date. I heart Kate. She is awesome and always makes me feel so good about myself. She's such a smart thing... I love learning from her. She's sexy too - see below photos. I was so excited she had new dating stories to tell me and I totally LOVED hearing about the things she's up to.)