No, he’s not popping back out from the womb again (for which I’m sure his mother is eternally thankful), nor is he being born again since he already is. He and I managed to actually escape for celebratory goodness tonight, so now I’m wishing him happy birthday again. Why do I feel all sappy? Eewww!

So said celebration included one hour at the mall where I bought truly exciting things like facial moisturizer, a purse, and leggings for under the girls’ dresses; dinner at Benihana where they sang him Happy Birthday and gave him a really goofy balloon hat (*snicker snicker*), and a sneak preview of The Guardian, which is the new Kevin Costner/Ashton Kutcher movie about Coast Guard rescue guys. Despite having those two guys as the principle leads, the movie was pretty good for most of the way through.

Is cute or what? And all the more handsome with balloonhead. I think my chin is getting pointier. Maybe I’ll put that in my bio someday, “writes okay and has extremely pointy chin.” Kind of has a ring to it, don’t you think?

So our date was lovely and Katie our gracious babysitter claims that the kids were great, so no beatings to start the day off tomorrow. Ha! Won’t that be unusual for around here. This morning I discovered Kyra sitting on the carpet with waffles and syrup. The waffles were technically on the floor next to the plate, which was basically a sticky puddle. Didn’t really matter since she was ignoring both of those things to concentrate on the syrup she was pouring from the bottle onto the carpet.

And what was I doing while she was doing this? Nursing her sister. Apparently my X-ray vision doesn’t penetrate the comfy chair she was hiding behind. Anyone have any questions as to why Georgie and Trinity are not being homeschooled this year? Good.