Yesterday was my birthday. The big 3-3.
Gus and I spent the day eating, sleeping, catching up on the DVR and binge watching Dexter and Veronica Mars.
Yoga pants and slippers for me. Fresh PJs and a bib for him.
About that bib. Is that a dinosaur and a volcano? Or a dinosaur drinking a beer? Hmm.
Mike made me a delicious dinner, and gave me some new pans I’ve had my eye on (Gus chipped in and gave me the matching lids, such a thoughtful boy).
And since this is the first time in probably two decades that I’ve made zero New Years Resolutions (I can’t/don’t need to diet thanks to breastfeeding) I’m eating. everything. in. sight.
Cake for breakfast? You betcha.
Cake (again!) for dessert.
Well it is my birthday.