a year older

So Sunday morning Warner must have been so excited to know it was his momma's birthday, because at 12 am on the dot he proceeded to ring in my 26th year with tears. Maybe to him they were tears of joy, but to me [the sleep deprived mom], it was 5 hours of complete agony. I already said this on facebook yesterday, but by golly I will take the toddler over newborn stage any day.

One thing I wanted for my birthday was a family photo shoot with all four of us. Well between bribing Evelyn to sit and smile with chocolate chips, Warner screaming his head off, and me repeatedly adjusting my skirt, we came out with some great shots. Oh wait, no.. we just captured each scene EXACTLY HOW IT FELT. When I was going back and looking at them later to edit, I just laughed at how real they were. And I kinda loved it. NONE of them turned out, but they just perfectly captured the crazy life that is ours right now.

And I shall say that the best present of all was the love of my husband. Corny, corny, wah wah. But oh how nice it is to know that there is always someone there for me, someone who will talk to me in funny accents, and someone I can xxooxxooXoXXx whenever I want to.

Oh, and howdy funfetti cake! I'm so glad you were in attendance at my burfday and that I ate way too much of you. Here's to being one year closer to 30!