Turning 35 was far from momentous. I slept on the couch at my parents house nursing a fever while Scott was stuck in traffic. My kids ate the cake and enjoyed the card, which I promptly lost. Here I am, trying my best to be festive. Arden is saying Mmmm, yummy! which is her new favorite thing to say. We give her sweet things to eat, just to hear her say it over and over with every bite. She can also count to three and sing some approximation of the words to Row Row Row Your Boat. Far more exciting than anything that happened on my birthday. As for 35, it's a nice age. Old enough without being too old. 38 - now that's my scary age.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
My birthday
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HEY! I turn 38 in 7 days...at which point you will realize that 40 is actually the scary age! ;)
Actually, for me it was 25.
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