The Birthday Happenings.

Yesterday.

Yesterday, Yesterday, Yesterday.

It was a busy day.

And, yes.  It was my birthday.

You are looking at the new, and greatly improved, 29-year-old version of Lumberjill.

I woke up to a card and gift card from the Lumberjack.  He usually takes the time to write out something special on occasions such as this.  And I truly appreciate it. 

You see, dear readers, my man is not a man of many words.  So I cling to these cards and am thankful for the written proof that he does, in fact, have a softer side.

The boys woke up first.

Naturally.

Handsome Dude was in his usual, "I HATE MORNINGS AND I HATE YOU AND I WANT MILK BUT FIRST I AM GOING TO SIT ON THE FLOOR AND WAIL AT ALL THE HORROR AND INJUSTICE THAT EXISTS IN MY WORLD" morning mood.

Little Dude was, as usual, indifferent to anything and everything.

Me:  Handsome Dude!  It is my birthday!

Handsome Dude:  No!  Is not!

Me:  Yes!  It is!

Handsome Dude: (crying . . . surprisingly enough) No!  Is my birthday!

Daisy Mae and Sweet Pea woke up with shouts of : "Happy Birthday, Mom!  Dad told us not to forget to tell you!"

Then they brought me up this present from the whole family:

It was a new, more comfortable seat for my bike.

Daisy Mae:  It's for your butt!

*giggle, giggle, laugh, laugh, giggle, giggle*

Then . . . it was time to start my busy day.

For starters, I had to please my man and use the small, more gas-friendly Honda Accord.

This is not an enjoyable ride with the number of kids I have to cram into the vehicle to make the trip to town.

Fun Fact:  Yesterday was the hottest day of the year in wherever-it-is-we-dwell-ville.

Even Funner Fact:  The air conditioning in the Honda does not work very well.

Attention my Ford Excursion: 

Please forgive me for not liking you very much the day my Lumberjack brought you into our lives.  I admit it.  I loathed you when I thought of parallel parking you.  I hated the fact that you made me plug you in when you were cold . . . you fickle, fickle beast.

But I take it all back.  You are roomy.  You are welcoming.  You have air conditioning.  If the kids are fighting . . . I cannot hear them.  For they are so, so, so far away.

I need you in my life.

First we went to Little Dude's 2 year check up.

Little Dude can get . . . particular.

He does not like to be touched, looked at, smiled at, spoken to, and, definitely, he does not like to be weighed.

But really.

Who does?

I was afraid that they were going to make me get weighed along with him like last time.

But nurse Heather, who is the bomb-diggity, worked her magic and weighed him without yours truly having to step on the scale.

Holla, Heather!

Holla!

Next, we had some time to kill before meeting the renters.  So, we went to my dear friend, Amanda's, house for lunch.

She bought me my favorite lunch for a birthday surprise.

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddd . . . .I love her.

Got the call.  Met the renters.  They did not throw tomatoes at me, so hopefully they like it.  Drove through a stand for coffee. 

Can we not all agree that coffee is ridiculously priced?

  Went to Costco.  Started loathing errands.  Bought my life-savings-worth of diapers. 

Can we not all agree that diapers are ridiculously priced?

Sweating.  Kids fighting.  Sweating.  Boys pulling girls hair.  Girls screaming.  Sweating.  Fighting.

Good times.

Broke into my parent's house . . . for we needed somewhere to go.  Handsome Dude was naughty.  I sent him to lay on a bed.  He wailed for 23 minutes that his feet were cold.

May I remind you that it was about 89 degrees.

I think not, Handsome Dude.

I

think

not.

Attention Handsome Dude: 

You cannot break me. 

Yes.  I may grow weak and annoyed with your 3-year-old fits of fury and despair.  But I am your mom.  And it is my duty to teach you that you cannot hit your sisters in the head with large sticks.  Nor can you chase them with dog poo or pee on my washing machine.  So, plead all you want.  But, may I remind you that your efforts are in vain.

Took the boys to my in-laws.  Met The Lumberjack and my parents for dinner.

And then we went to see Toy Story 3!

I have been waiting for this moment ever since I won that blog contest awhile ago.  I have saved my winnings knowing that I had to take my girls to see this movie.

Have you seen it?

Have you seen it?

One word:  Ken.

Then we had to drive for over an hour to get home.

What an exhausting, yet lovely day.

Now.

When it is my children's birthdays, I always share with you their life verse that we picked out for them.

To the best of my knowledge, my parents never picked one out for me.  But if I were to choose one, I would pick Lamentations 3:22-23:

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,

for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness."

However.

If I were to find a verse that was more fitting to my life, more reflective, if you will, of my life's happenstances, I might choose this one:

"As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on earth and increase upon it."

Genesis 9:7.

Increase in number?

Be fruitful?

Check.

If that were my life's verse, I have a feeling that when I get to Heaven, the Lord would say to me,

"Well done, thou good and faithful servant."

Alright.

That's all.

Happy Thursday!