Happy Birthday to Me

  I am just going to warn you right off the bat this post is totally in the realm of TMI. If that disturbs you (mom) you might want to look away. I’ll ease you into it and save the TMI for the end. You have been warned.

It was my birthday on Saturday. I am 29 again!! We don’t need to discuss how old I really am, a lady never tells. And this is the one time I will act like a lady. The appropriate response here would be, “You don’t look a day over 25.” *crickets*……..

Anyway, I am not one to need extravagance on my birthday. In fact just getting to sleep in until 8 am was birthday present enough. But 3 kiddos and an awesome husband busting through the bedroom door at 8 am with a tray of “breakfast” was pretty awesome too. The reason breakfast is in quotes is that, although the eggs and juice were quite delicious, something was a bit off with the toast. Turns out it is possible to screw up toast if it is made by my 6 1/2 year old. She apparently believes she has discovered the secret to making perfect toast by only toasting it half the time and then popping it up early. Which equals lukewarm, soggy bread. She even told me her secret to “the best toast” and stated that “daddy said it isn’t good if it isn’t left in the whole time, but he is wrong, my toast is the best.” Thank goodness she has other talents.

Then we hustled out the door to go strawberry picking. I discovered quite quickly that we aren’t meant for life on the farm as my 2 little divas picked about 5 strawberries and immediately started complaining about the heat. The hubby followed close behind. So I gave up my dreams of strawberry farming and we went to buy some strawberries someone else had picked. Double the cost, half the whining. I think that is a pretty good deal. And we celebrated our good fortune with some ice cream.

Speaking of ice cream, I forgot the best part of my birthday!! The hubby (and kids) got me an ice cream maker for my birthday. It is the best part of our new attempts to eat only “real foods”. Whole milk (organic), heavy whipping cream and vanilla make for some delicious birthday treats. Oh and don’t forget to top it with fresh strawberries off the farm and some Reddi-Whip. Ok, so that was left over from the pre- real food movement. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Instead I fear it is going to waist. Dang, apparently as I age so does my sense of humor. Incontinence jokes are sure to follow.

Now for the TMI: As you may recall I have an 8 month old who quit nursing a few months back. Before having him I was pregnant for 9 months (obviously). So my life has been delightfully free of a certain unwelcome “aunt”. Hopefully you catch my drift. I have felt for about a month now that my unwelcome friend might be making an appearance. Apparently, she decided to give me a little birthday “gift” of her own. FIRST THING ON MY BIRTHDAY MORNING. After a year and a half. You have GOT to be kidding me.

Thankfully the best cure for bloating, crankiness and getting one year closer to 40? I mean 30? Homemade ice cream. Oh did I mention this ice cream machine also make daiquiris?

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Jill is the author of The Diaper Diaries. She has been changing diapers for 6+ years as a stay at home mom of three children. She also has a devoted husband who graciously puts up with this little internet hobby. They all probably wish she would exercise a bit more discretion as she shares their life's ups, downs and in-betweens with anyone willing to read it. You can (almost always) find her on Twitter @DiaperDiaries.

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