Anyways, I turned 31 last weekend! I don’t know why I’m !exclaiming! that because at this point it’s not something I feel the need to brag about. Remember when Casey turned 31 and he had this whole theory about how you’re not really “in your 30’s” until you turn 31? And then I made fun of him? Per usual. And now… I totally understand where he’s coming from. It’s all fun and games until you turn 31. Is my new motto. No it’s not. I’m actually totally fine with it, but I do get what he’s saying now.
I had such a fun birthday weekend. Well, birthday week, really. If this birthday had a theme, I would say it was pampering.
Wait, is it just me or does the word “pampering” conjure up a completely different image after having a kid? I mean, I’m assuming that’s how Pampers got their name, right? I don’t like it. Waa. Excuse me while I go thesaurus an alternative word.
OK, I’m back. Let’s try this again. If this birthday had a theme, I would say it was mollycoddling. (<— lol wut.) Throughout the course of the week, I got a mani/pedi with one of my besties, I got my hair did, and my mom took me to get a facial and massage. Plus, just having my mom here meant I barely had to cook, I barely had to change a diaper, I got treats and coffees and free time to do things like take a nap and take a toddler-free shower. See! I was mollycoddled! Best part of all of it was the fact that my mom was here. She’s the queen of making people feel special on their birthdays. Decorations, cakes, gifts and cards, free babysitting. She’s the very very best.
On my birthday night, Casey took me to dinner at a place where the servers use that little scraper thing that wipes up crumbs in between each course. AKA fancy. It was so freaking good, we’re convinced we cleaned our plates better than any other person that ate there that night. We had a serious conversation about how they probably brought our plates back to the kitchen and were like, oh these are clean, did anyone even eat on them? we don’t even need to wash them. Basically we were the King and Queen of the clean plate club, is what I’m trying to say.
And yes, that’s a whole paragraph on how much we ate at dinner. It’s an exciting life we lead.
It was such a great birthday, and I’m so thankful to have such a wonderful family and friends to help me celebrate… me.
You guys. What is wrong with us? It took us approximately 37 tries to get a photo of just the two of us, without Crosby. Here’s just a small smattering of the outtakes. And why are our eyes shut in all of them? Is this what happens when you’re officially in your 30’s? Are your eyes more sensitive to light or something? Help.
Here’s to 31! So far, so good.