Happy Birthday to Me!

M & Finn

Well, I'm 36.

How did we mark the day?

We went to our First Weeks group, then we bought a ridiculously expensive diaper bag...the ridiculously cheap one from Land's End is just too small. Yes, it cost us a small bundle. Yes, we LURVE it. It's pretty and orange and blue and has lots and lots of pockets and we feel rather GRAND carrying it.

My parents brought me a cake...red velvet. In usual MY parents style, they frosted it while it was hot so it was quite strange looking. S'okay because it's cake and I'm a CAKE WHORE. Okay, perhaps I wouldn't actually whore myself, which makes me a CAKE SLUT.

Finn is Fussy Finn tonight and has refused to go to bed at any decent time...decent being before 10 pm. This is the price of the social smile. I sang him to sleep with the "Let's go out to the lobby" song (you know, the one they used to play at the movies to encourage you to go buy some Raisinettes) and M. laughed at me.

Then he woke up again. Sheesh.

The bouncey seat is just not doing the job tonight. It's going to be a long night. I'm going to send M. to bed and get the boy nice and zonked out on the boob.