I'm 32!

Here's what I love about having kids.  Who else is so worried about my birthday?  No one.  But my girls?  Yeah, they're pretty much determined to make it my best birthday ever EVERY YEAR!

So this year, I woke up to Maddie (who is too young and needy to have caught the spirit of making mom's birthday the best day of her life), who was fed, and then showed her affection for me by agreeing to poke her dad up the nostrils and pull his hair until he got up out of bed with her and I could go back to sleep.  Which I did, until 9:30, people.  9:30!!  That right there was the highlight of my life.

Then I was treated to these three cards.  Olivia's letters are currently full of questions.  I was to answer these questions on the back of the card.

 This is a birthday cake, a la Bella.

 Naomi labeled Bella's card.  I wasn't clear how to indicate the birthday after my 31st, but it appears the correct term is "32th."

 And apparently Picasa thinks the correct orientation for these card shots is portrait.

 As Naomi indicated, they "srved me brekfst."  Olivia made the pancakes, Naomi made the scrambled eggs, and Bella stirred my yogurt.

 Then. . . wait for it. . . they did dishes!

 I love these girls!  (And their dad, obviously, who encouraged and enabled this lovely show of birthday affection.)

Happy Birthday to me!