faboo mama

4 of my 5 uncles were born in March. I know the dates, but I not kept track of which uncle belongs to which date. So…I wait until the 27th, when is the last day I know for sure there’s a birthday, and call all of them.

Happy Birthday little girl. Mommy and Daddy can’t believe you’re 5 already. You’re such a little lady, so polite and funny, stubborn and friendly.

We love you.

I only got two (unprompted) birthday wishes today. Two. I’ve always made it a point to call or email my friends (and quite a few people I don’t even like) on (or around) their birthdays to wish them a happy birthday and they’ve never reciprocated. Not even one of my best friend’s whose birthday is in 3 days has called me. Okay, she’s never called me on my birthday, so I don’t exactly expect her to call me now.

I must seriously suck as a human or the people I know must be amazingly self-absorbed.

I think it’s the latter. LOL!

From a 7lb. preemie:

To a 30lb. giraffe:

You’ve amazed us by the changes you’ve gone through. You let people touch you and you’re finally eating sushi! You make us giggle with the way you talk, and I know that Ya-Ya Mama* adores you to pieces. Hope you have a very happy birthday. Next time we talk, it will be about potty training.

*Ya-Ya Mama is what he calls Ilia.

The Final Countdown

In less than 14 hours I’ll be 35 and Alton will be 2. How exciting is that?

I see that thing and I’m like, “WHOO-HOO! My berfday’s in almost 10 days! WHOO-HOO! Alton’s gonna be 2!”