Birthday parties and Ash Wednesday don’t mix. That’s why we celebrated William’s 13th birthday last Saturday, with a dinner party at the Lemongrass Restaurant (William loves Asian food of all types). There were 14 of us in attendance. We brought the cake (red velvet) and the presents (all super-cool Lord of the Rings action figures this year) with us. I didn’t have to clean my house before, or clean up a mess afterwards! Win-win!
But today is the actual anniversary of what was one of the peak experiences of my life–giving birth to my 13 lb. 5 oz. baby boy, a VBA3C (for the uninitiated, that means Vaginal Birth after Three C-sections). This morning I told William his birth story as we drove to school. He especially enjoyed hearing about how he was on television all over the country. He was born just a bit too early or I’m sure we would have been a front page AOL news story.
Aside from being William’s birthday, it’s also the first day of Lent, a time of year of which I am inexplicably fond. Among other things, I’m giving up Farmville this year, which will free up a LOT of time, so I am once again going to attempt to blog every day, at least briefly, for the next 40 days.