Yesterday, Wade and I had our birthday. The day before that, Audrey turned two. How is my baby, my tiny baby who was born yesterday and never sleeps and will be my very last baby, 2 already?
We kept our birthdays relatively mellow. Julian's birthday was a full out hullabaloo, and we had such a great time having a party for him with a bunch of his pals. But Audrey has two friends. Pretty impressive for someone who hangs out with her mom all day and does nothing else. Still, we were just planning on having a very small family birthday dinner. But then Wade's grandmother got really sick, and ended up in the hospital for a week. She's doing much better now, and is home, so maybe we'll do something small this weekend. I'm still not sure. I definitely don't want to screw Audrey out of a proper party with photos to document the day though, because we got majorly screwed last year with the robbery, and not being able to live in our house for so long while stuff was fixed. So I'm determined to have a cake for Audrey and photos of her birthday party, even if it is just a teensy gathering.
Here she is, doing a moustache fashion show:
-My pixie haircut is growing out and it's so bad that there are no photos to document it. I've been wearing headbands and hats a lot lately, because it's just a wild and awful mess. For the longest time, it looked so incredibly Bieber. And now, it has surpassed that and I am in the phase where my hair looks like the love child of Dorothy Hamill and Craig T. Nelson. It's a really bad bowl mullet. Gah.
-Everyone I know is either pregnant, or just had a baby. This is messing with my head in such a way that I keep finding myself actually wanting a third baby. Except, not really. I get really excited about the idea of another kid, but when I start remembering how much I suck at pregnancy, and the possibility of getting another Neversleeper, I am immediately cured.
-You guys can not imagine the amount of butt-dials that I get from people. And drunk-dials. Now, butt-dials I can forgive. We've all done it. But the drunk-dials are getting absurd. I know, my name starts with A, so I'm right there at the top of the contacts list, just staring you in the face when you're wasted. But I really get so many drunk-dials. And it's not like they're even from good friends. I could even tolerate that. They're mostly from acquaintances, which has made for some really awkward and uncomfortable interactions. I'm thinking of changing my name to Yasmine just to avoid future instances of this.