The big 33

This morning Cameron came bounding in our room.

"Mommy! Max is standing in his crib, yelling 'Mama, Mama!'"

What a wonderful birthday gift from my little monster...except it was 6:30 AM, and I refused to get up so early on my special day. Although my entering his room would have reaffirmed his finally using my name...at 6:30 AM, sleep won out. He had to be satisfied with Dada instead.

Nonetheless, I had a marvelous birthday, doing all the things I loved.

• I slept in.....well, if you call 8 AM sleeping in (these days I do). My husband can't exactly nurse Ella, so her cries for food usurped my desire to sleep.
• I went to church...and they even sang my favorite songs.
• I went out to brunch with my family.
• I took a nap.
• I went to the gym.
• My husband arranged dinner.
• The kids went to bed early!!!

And now, I must get off this computer so that I can end my birthday marvelously, watching Desperate Houswives and Grey's Anatomy, sipping on some wine. I hope my husband gets home from the hospital in time...then all will be perfect.

Cheers to 33 years!