BG is 3 months, 1 week and 5 days old.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday, dear Pantrygirl.
Happy Birthday to me.
Today is family day. That's my gift from DH, that plus his annual s'ghetti & meatballs dinner.
So far, he handled BG's breakfast so I could sleep in. Thanks, dear.
Then BG slept in so we skipped 9am mass and DH & I cuddled.
Next we went to church together and now after BG's lunch eats, Sunday pancakes! Today I plan to make blueberry pancakes with blueberry sauce.
It's a bit nippy but perhaps we'll take a walk together in the park and tag along with DH to the grocery store.
I'm so excited I may even make a cake to celebrate. I know, why would I make my own birthday cake? Because when I get excited and am happy, I cook or bake and who doesn't prefer a homemade cake?
It's funny how I'm counting my daughter's age down to the day and I had to remind myself my birthday was coming up. I have heard that having a child makes your birthday and age that more memorable. We'll find out.
UPDATE:
After breakfast, DH, BG and I sang, played, napped, went for a walk, went shopping, cooked and ate together. It was a wonderful family day.
While my husband was cooking he reminded me that this time last year, we started this amazing journey. Unbeknownst to us, our darling daughter was growing and developing and starting her journey to becoming a human being.
Isn’t that wild?
He said he'll always remember we began this wild ride called parenthood on my birthday. He's so funny. He can't remember where he left his keys but at least he remembers the important stuff.
