Happy 31st To Me!

Now that I officially have both feet into my 30s, I must say the water is just fine. I love the comfort and the confidence that comes with age; I wish I could go back in time and shake the vapid thoughts out of my teenage self*, but I suppose it's all part of the process. Am I in love with the signs of aging like new sun spots, tiny wrinkles and a softer figure? Nah, I'm not in love with that. But I'm comfy with it. My body is still young and sturdy and it helps me take care of my family, so for this, I am thankful.

Since Erik is away on detachment, I took birthday activities into my own hands a day early while Landon was at daycare and drove to Corpus to get my toesies done, my arm pits lasered (hooray for permanent hair removal!) and to eat at Long John Silvers (extra crispies, please!). I guess it sounds kind of lame on paper, but it was a wonderful leisurely outing to myself.

You know you want some.

For my actual birthday, my favorite little companion and I spent the day together, bopping around the house and doing some quick errands like usual. He was extra snuggly in the morning, gave wet slobbery kisses throughout the afternoon and didn't throw any of his food overboard in the evening - happy birthday to me! He did rip some curtain hardware out of the wall in an overzealous game of hide and seek, but we're moving soon anyways so hey, no biggie.

Thank you for all the birthday wishes!!!! Feeling the love! My gift back to you is an evening video of Landon, getting all his little steps out of his system before bedtime.

*Dear Teenage Self, if you think being a size 4 is hard, wait until you pop a button on your pants post partum as your tummy flub doesn't want to cooperate. Literally, you will POP a button off. It will go flying. It will make a "beeeeeew!" noise and skate across the floor. So just eat the damn third bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream while your metabolism is still at your service, Abs McGee. With love, your 30-something self.