I love my birthday month. This year my birthday fell on a Monday. On Mondays both boys are in school - a priceless gift (even though of course, I love those boys, I LOVE them! but when it's my birthday they really don't appreciate that it's my birthday all day, they might give me a good 10 minutes of birthday respect but actually that's optimistic, and it's not even all at once. It's 10 one minute increments... nope, not even. It's more like twenty 30 second increments. And all twenty of them are used up before 8:25 am when we have to leave for school which is never pretty.) BUT, that might give you the impression that my birthday wasn't fabulous, and it was.
First I woke up to this, which included breakfast in bed (not shown, sorry Mike):
Don't be fooled, we always have at least one blown up balloon around this house just because.
Then I spent three hours in quiet solitude.
Then later we picked out fancy outfits to wear to a fancy dinner out together, all four of us (someone learned a little about Veterans Day in kindergarten in case you can't tell).
Jacob takes fancy outfits seriously.
And then it was November 12th. Sigh.
But it was okay because it was 11/12/13 and that doesn't happen every day.