Everyday::36

Birthday Love

Being surrounded by cuteness does make turning 36, while 8 months pregnant, a little more bearable.

I had a nice birthday. I got everything I asked for, and a couple of super sweet surprises.  Steve and I had a lovely dinner together (at a restaurant I won’t be returning to - this town has some of the worse restaurants around, and it’s a TOURIST TOWN) and then we went to great-Grandma’s for cake to celebrate with my rottens.  Birthdays are pretty exciting with toddlers around, they really get into it. 

This morning Callum very excitedly told me it was my birthday, and while he was sitting on my lap cuddling asked me if I had butterflies in my tummy.  We get butterflies when we’re excited, so I guess he assumed that I must be excited to be having a birthday.  I don’t think I was half as excited as he was!