Ahhh . . . Birthdays.

Remember when birthdays were like the best day ever. The anticipation of what will happen. What gifts are you going to get? What surprises are in store? Well, at least for me, I used to feel so special on my birthday. And I must say I still do. I have a bunch of messages from family and friends. Most of which are not the greatest at carrying the birthday tune. But, it works.

So today for my birthday I went and had myself a manicure and pedicure. Oh, first I should say that I was awoken by my sweet, warm and fuzzy cuddly husband and wished a very happy birthday. Then we both got up and made breakfast for Logan and got ready for our morning walk with grandpa.

Then I had my wonderful mani/pedi, which I have not had in a year. Then we went for a good old fashioned fattening late breakfast followed by the beach. Ah, the beach. The weather is insanely nice and the beach was so so crowded, but it had a buzz of happy people, happy families and lots of water babies. The beach is just a street down from us and we are only just starting to go. (Must go more frequently) Logan was scared of the waves, but loved the sand, and loved when we held him so he could laugh at the other kids while he stayed dry. It was here that my lovely husband took note of my white legs and tan arms. Oops. Maybe I should wear shorts when we do our morning walks. I'm not going to lie. There were some icky, sandy, sticky, fussy moments (like sand getting in the mouth and diaper), but the smiles and laughter made up for it all.

We came home and since Logan missed his second nap (bad mommy!) we took a bath. Daddy jumped in too and then it was bed time.

And now I await our babysitter, so that we all (my mom and dad included) can go have dinner and a great restaurant. I'm so excited for a glass of wine! Wine after a beachy day. Mmmm.

Ok, that's all.

P.S. I think a picture session will be in order soon.