Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Pushing 30

Yep, I'm 29 today. Happy birthday to me! Despite all my whining, I've enjoyed the day so far. I've gotten a lot of nice emails, thanks for thinking of me. And DH's plane didn't leave until 12:45 pm this afternoon, so we spent the morning as a family. He got me some beautiful flowers:

He made me chocolate-chip pancakes shaped like a birthday cake (please ignore the Corelle plate that my mom bought in 1986, it's industrial strength and I fully intend to use the set until they disintegrate):

And then when I got in the car for preschool, I saw that DH had put our initials in the garage door windows, an early Valentine's Day surprise:

I had been searching high and low for the scissors, turns out my sweetie had taken them upstairs to cut out the construction paper. Is he not the cutest?!
The three of us all went to preschool this morning, it was picture day. I was shocked at how efficiently the photographer was able to get a class photo of 13 one year olds. I guess if you don't do it quickly, it's not gonna happen. Bean didn't smile, but he didn't pitch a fit, either... I consider that a victory.
For my birthday, DH got me the set of kitchen cabinet pulls that I wanted. I also got a couple of boxes in the mail of gifts I ordered for myself; if you can't treat yourself to a new bra and some herbal supplements on your birthday, when can you? I'm going to be so sexy and balanced, you won't even recognize me. I also have birthday money to spend (do I sound 12?) and I can't wait to take Bean to the mall for some shopping. We both need new outfits for the family pictures we are having taken for his birthday.
Tonight, Bean and I are going to our favorite teriyaki place for dinner. I figure that the owners are the people who know me best in the area now that DH is out of town, so it's fitting to spend my birthday with them. It'll be the first time I go out to eat without DH and actually split a meal with the baby (I'm calling him that as often as possible for the next 3 weeks while I still can), so we'll see how that goes. But he can't touch my eggroll. Even mommy has her limits. Then, as the #1 man who makes my heart go pitter-patter won't be home, I will snuggle up with the #2 man who makes my heart go pitter-patter: Colin Firth. A deliciously lame romantic comedy from my friends at Netflix. Unfortunately Heather Graham is in it too, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.
All in all, a good birthday, I'd say.


Kristina P. said...

Yay for almost 30! Happy birthday!

Michelle said...

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Your hubby is so sweet! Chocolate chip pancakes are my favorite!

Jen said...

Happy birthday! Love the fav. What a sweet DH you have. Have fun with Colin. I could watch him in Pride and Prejudice over and over again.

Soxy Deb said...

OK. Now I feel bad. I tried and tried to remember your bday was on Wednesday. I suck.

Happy Birthday. From your sucky bloggie buddy.
Soxy Deb Sucks.

DH is a keeper though.

lisawitt said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISTINE!!! What a sweet DH, love the garage valentine, too cute!

Hope you and Bean had a wonderful teryaki dinner! :)

Anonymous said...

I love how cheesy and romantic Andy is, he's a keeper!! The panckae birthday cake was the best!

Happy Happy Birthday again dear friend!

Coffeegrl said...

What a sweet husband! Pancakes, signs, flowers! love my husband but sweet thoughtful things for my birthday are a rarity. He usually wishes me a happy birthday and calls it good....

Happy belated birthday. I hope this year brings you some wonderful adventures with your family!

Hollyween said...

I'm a year older than you. Being thirty ain't bad. I don't know why, but something sort of happened to me. I started not taking as much crap from people anymore. And getting rid of people in my life who were toxic (or just plain annoying). Happy 29th!

Sorry to hear about dh's Grandmother. And that you were alone...

Oh, and I find it super interesting that your husband refers to himself as 'dh'. Odd. Hey, at least he made you those pancakes that not only look like a birthday cake (sort of) but also look like three fingers where one of which is flipping you off. But hey, it's the thought that counts.