Happy Birthday to me!

Hahaha
I love celebrating my birthday.
I am not one of those people that shies away from making a big hoopla out of my special day.
I am not hesitant to tell everyone I see that day that it is my birthday.
So that is why I can appreciate my friends and family around me that indulge my need for attention.
And they never disappoint.
My mom and Britney sent me presents that arrived right on time!
A New Moon game (that Rosette and I played that evening);
And new slippers, jewelery, and gift card from my parents (I used the gift card to get some great anti-aging cream, yes, I believe that I am old enough to be using that stuff, and a new shower curtain. These purchases may sound weird, unless you know me well.)
And Scott is getting me New Moon on blu-ray (March 20!).
And Rosette gave me a professional massage (MUCH needed and definitely appreciated ... Bobby you are very lucky).
And my children gave me a long day of extra whining.
I reminded them numerous times that it was my birthday and therefor should not have to listen to their shrill screeching, but I don't think they understood.
But that night we went to The Cheesecake Factory (made possible by Auntie Marlene and Uncle George.)
It was nice to have time to ourselves.
Sometimes I forget that I am also a wife and still young (and attractive ... heheh) woman who needs a night on the town.
I love my birthday.
And I don't feel a day over 25.

Auntie Rosette

Auntie Rosette has been staying here with us for the last two months.
Why I haven't done this post earlier, I do not know.
We love having her here.
All of us.
The kids looove their auntie.
In fact, Ryan's first question anytime we come home or wake up is, "Where's Auntie?"
She is the easiest house guest we have ever had.
And no, Bobby, we are not even the tiniest bit sick of her :)
We have actually asked ourselves, "What will we do when she leaves?"
She is so amazing with our kids.
I often go in to check on Ryan in the wee hours of the morning to find Auntie asleep and snuggling with her (upon Ryan's request.)
It is many a night that Scott and I hear Ryan singing, "Auntie Rose-eeette, will you come down here with me?" (They share a bunk bed).
Supposedly there is a scary, red cat lurking in the room in the middle of the night and it can only be ignored when snuggling.
Anyway, through all this rambling I am basically trying to say that we love Auntie and are glad she is here with us, if only for a few more months!



Any time we leave the kids with Rosette, the kids don't even bat an eye as we leave. This is monumental, since Ezra screams in nursery even with us in there.

M.I.A.

I was just cruising through our posts and noticed a trend.
Scott is missing from the majority of our pictures.
This is not on purpose.
He is still very much a part of our family.
But he is at school a lot, busy stuffing his brain full of medical information.
He is studying to be an eye doctor.
We are proud of him and hope to one day have him around a little more.
And anyway, most of my posts are inconsequential and are usually of us at home doing nothing exciting or of me taking pictures of myself.
See following entry ...

Viola!

I have finally completed a sewing project!
I only do "crafting-type" projects that are quick and require the skill level of a 3-year-old.
This Happy Birthday sign was just such an activity.
I got the idea from a friend, who is an excellent seamstress, and she probably whipped hers out in 15 minutes;
I, however, have been working on it for 3 weeks ... at least.
But I think it turned out great (if you don't look too closely).
I have such a good time making it, I am going to make one with Ezra's name on it and again one for Ryan.
And who knows, maybe I will just get carried away, and before you know it, everything in my house will be labeled.

This is my banner in all it's glory. I even sewed around all the letters even though I used heat 'n bond to adhere them to the backing.

This is what I looked like after finishing. Astonished, maybe confused that I managed to avoid sewing over my fingers or breaking my machine. Chapped lips, nice.

This is how Ezra felt about my project. Not really, he makes this face every time I say "cheese."

My New-ish Clock

Scotty got me this amazing clock for Christmas.
Actually he got me a gift card for the exact amount of the clock.
Same thing.
He knew I would get this.
It is really BIG.
Which is perfect because I love HUGE wall decor.
The bigger the better.
It is over two feet tall.
I tried to take a picture of myself standing next to it (in order to illustrate his size ... yes it is a he).
But I looked like a fool.
Anyway, not that exciting to some, but to me it is definitely big news.
p.s. Aren't the colors great?