Jack was born one week before I turned 30. Since he turned 4 last Saturday, that makes me 34 as of tomorrow. I stumbled across some old photos I scanned way back when for our wedding slideshow (do people still do these?!) and came across this gem:
Me on my 4th Birthday. 30 years ago I was rockin yellow like it was my job. Also, that giant homemade sign is quite impressive…I think it’s safe to say this was probably the biggest party of my life. Further evidence of this is my cake that year…
I mean look at thing…my Mom didn’t even need pinterest to pull that off. Apparently I had friends too…no idea who they are but that kid next to me seems slightly concerned about something. Probably the fact that the kitchen floor had carpeting…. good ol’ 1986.
The thing about being born two days before Halloween is you almost always have a halloween themed birthday party. There’s no way around it. It’s been a while since I’ve had an actual party type celebration for my birthday…I blame the kids.
This year though I’m lucky enough to live only a few hours drive from my BFF so she’s coming down so we can watch football together without being touched by kids. And cuss. Football, beer, and cussing…sounds like a pretty stellar birthday to me! No costumes required!