Happy Birthday to Me (all month)

I'm 34. Ed had to tell me; I thought I was 35. But Happy 3-5 to my friend Corey and the big #2 to Lottie Crowley.

The day looks to be about like most Mondays - gym, preschool drop-off, grocery shopping, preschool pick-up, lunch, naps. Afternoon cleaning/cooking/working on little pet projects. Make birthday cake and dinner. Mom, Dad, Aunt Janet come over for dinner, dessert and presents for Mom/Ed/me.

Saturday a few friends took me to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (fish tacos, Godiva cheeesecake), and then under the totally convincing excuse of having accidentally left my present at her house, we "swung by" Genevieve's place before "going to a movie." I walked in to find my parents standing in her kitchen - whoa, confusing mixing of worlds - and many other friends and munchkins running around: SURPRISE party for me! Wow, big huge kudos to all who were in on it - I was completely duped and that is not easily accomplished. February is the best month EVER, and it all starts now.