today i turned a big 35.
it was a lovely day, full of more attention and treats than i should ever deserve, but for which i am most grateful.
the morning started with a long and solitary workout, then i hurriedly wrote something. (although, admitedly, i may have lost my way somewhere in that essay when the baby was no longer interested in yo gabba gabba on the telly and we were out of cookies to ply him and i took to typing while holding him on my lap and trying to keep his bashing hands from the keyboard. babies are no respecters of birthdays, apparently.)
still, i hit publish, climbed back into my pj's, and while listening to elmo laugh (the baby found sesame street),
contemplated lunch. what would it be? something buttery for sure.
because hey, when it's your birthday you can do anything you want to.
it was a buttery brie on long, salty crackers.
after our lunch, we-- the baby and me-- put ourselves to bed. him in his crib and me in my eb warmed king size.
and though the rest of the afternoon is fuzzy (just as it should be on a day of mine ripe with napping),
at some point we met up with my in-laws for wood-fired pizza (i love pizza) and balloons (boo loves balloons). the dinner was capped by ice cream cake back at home, and homemade prezzies from the children and a lovely pedestal from my mom and dad. (the clementines are my own addition. i loved the thing so much it had to be put into immediate rotation.)