My Birthday Alone

I've never been big on celebrating my birthday.  Although, I'm all about throwing a big party for someone else, someone who wants to celebrate.  I'm not upset about my age, I'm not avoiding the day.  It seems like I tell people my age on a regular basis.  A while back my husband thought I was one year older because I'd mentioned that I was almost that age multiple times.  And no, he didn't get in trouble when he did it; heck, it was probably my fault.

I have one birthday that I remember fondly.  I was teaching a class in Munich with another instructor.  We were hours ahead of the US and by the time the work day was over people in the US hadn't contacted me by email to wish me a happy birthday.  This was before the days of Facebook or other social networking sites.

So by dinner time, I had had a happy day teaching (good course, great students) and we decided to go out to a nice restaurant as a class.  Seventeen people at one long table, fantastic food (I love German food) and some drinks with dessert and not one person there knew it was my birthday.  But I was happy and having a great time.

Sometimes it's not about having the attention on you on your birthday, it's just about having a good day.  That was a great birthday even though no one said "happy birthday" to me all day. 

This year we're watching the Super Bowl.  I've made a roast and my mother is bringing over a cake from the grocery store with that inch-thick fluffy white icing.  Even though my husband makes wonderful cakes and can decorate them beautifully, that's what I wanted.   But... he surprised me and brought me breakfast in bed.  Biscuitville!  I love Biscuitville.  We moved farther away from the restaurant so it's a longer drive and I rarely go anymore.  What a delight.   My in-laws are here.  Uncle Jon is here and one of our best friends is also coming over.  So it's one of those "good days."

It's definitely been a happy birthday.


The Big Boy Update:  Tomato sauce carnage.  He loves tomato sauce.  Loves it all over his body when he eats.  It's acidic and makes his face and arms all red and rashy.  It's hard to keep it off his skin when the alternative is to get his clothes stained.  So he eats and then we put anti-itch lotion on him.  He's a great eater, especially when it's pasta.


The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  She's kicking right now, cooing and smiling.  She is so social when she's been fed and is in someone's arms.  She makes the biggest smiles and has these great sounds to go with it.  I've been trying to videotape it, but she doesn't preform apparently.