Today

It's my birthday. That is all.





Ok, kidding. Although, I really REALLY RRRREEEAAAALLLLYYYY love my birthday. I've been know to block off the entire month of February as SUSAN'S BIRTHDAY. Yeah, I'm that girl. My obsession with my birthday doesn't have as much to do with celebrating "me" as it does with C-A-K-E. If heaven were a food it would be cake. I'm not kidding. Cake alone could probably cure all the world's diseases if eaten in large enough quantities. Cake. Is. Bliss. That is all.






But no seriously. The Husband got me a cute little gift this morning and then sent flowers... well, technically "Eleanor" sent flowers this afternoon. Lovely. :) We'll probably go out to dinner tonight and that's about the extent of it. Funny how having a baby changes things. Suddenly February 22 is just another day I get to see my baby smile up at me and my birthday. However, there are still a few things on my wish list. If anyone's itching to get me a gift, you can pick from the following:

1. 364 hours of sleep to spend at my leisure. I can cash them in at any time. During these hours, the rest of the world just pauses. E doesn't scream, Lola doesn't scratch at the back door (or eat another diaper - VOMIT - we'll discuss this in detail later when I can type it without puking on my Pumas) and Dave doesn't need help finding his belt. Seriously, the man loses his belt ALL THE TIME. How does this happen????

2. A maid. A butler. A nanny. And a stylist.

3. One free day to do nothing but sit on the couch, hold the baby and watch Law & Order reruns.

4. I would like The Husband to learn to breastfeed so my nipples and I could have a day off to drink martinis and keep our clothes on.

In all seriousness, Eleanor is such a beautiful miracle, I feel like every day is my birthday. Well, except the days she cries for more than 5 hours. Those days are kinda like the day after my birthday.