I can't believe it's been nearly a week since I last posted. I'm sorry for my absence. I don't feel good at all about leaving you hanging like that. Really, I intended to post for a few days now. Honest. But it seems like I could never get around to it. Maybe it's because there never seems to be enough hours in the day to check off everything on my to-do list. Maybe it's the holidays and all of it's madness. Maybe it's because sometimes I can't think of anything interesting to write about. Or maybe it's because I'm old. Yep, I think that's the one. My birthday was this past Friday......
Holy candles Batman!
Here are some pictures for your viewing enjoyment. I spent the day with my Mom and Dad and Ray and the kids. Every year on my birthday, I take my parents out to lunch at Famous Dave's. I take them out because I feel like I owe them for all that they have sacrificed for me over the years and for being the best parents that God could have ever given me. And what better way to show my gratitude than with BBQ ribs.
Did you read the last post on my blog? If not, go here. Go on. I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere.
Aawww!! Wasn't that sweet? I was so surprised that Ray thought to publicly wish me a happy birthday. Especially since he didn't even know what a blog was before I created Pajama Mama. Still though....love him! (Honey, if you are reading this, I am really touched by your birthday shout-out but next time I wouldn't care if you didn't mention my age......just sayin')
Thanks, also, to my bloggy friends for your birthday wishes. You all made me feel the love! :)
A little poem about getting old:
It was my birthday, this much is true
I went to sleep 41 and woke up 42.
The years pass quickly it's hard to believe
Pictures in my mind, memories to retrieve.
Enjoying life in the middle age range
Not a line on my face I would choose to change.
For with age come wisdom, this I now see
I pray I'll feel the same when I turn 43!
It's like I'm a famous poet. It would have been good to mention a famous poet at this moment but I don't know any. Plus, I'm 42 which is half of 84 and my memory is not what it used to be. So, even if I knew of any famous poets, I probably couldn't remember their names.
I wanted to post the two following pictures because I think they are so sweet. Ben gave me me a necklace with a little treasure chest locket on it, which he bought earlier that day at school at their Secret Snowman Shop. He was SO excited to give it to me. All evening, he couldn't wait for me to open his present. However, after I opened it, Ali quickly blurted out how the the treasure chest actually opens up. Well, Ben wanted to be the one to tell me that. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy with Ali for ruining his surprise.
Sad because Ali "ruined" his surprise.
Whispering sweet nothings to my sweet boy, telling him how much I love his gift!
Happy birthday to all who are celebrating a birthday this month! Even if you are younger than me, I won't hold it against you. :)
PS - I am now officially back to being 1 year, 11 months and 23 days older than my sister.