Great day. My sassy nurse ladies, Stephanie and Sara, took me to lunch while pretending that Davis was not trying to climb on top of the table and the waiter was not secretly wishing that a tornado would touch down right on top of our table and suck us into its vortex and take only our table away. Stephanie's son Matthew is 3 months and an angel, he just sat there real cute-like and tried to be good publicity for us. But the damage was done and my little "Britney Spears" man was complaining enough for us to leave and play on the giant fruit. Overall, great people and good food and nobody took off their diaper. Eric had a birthday week treat for me at home and Davis ran himself silly around the house after dinner. Great day.
Rule #3 There will be at least one adventure of the birthday weekers choice.
One birthday week I took Eric camping with a our friend Kirsti - that was actually more of a delayed birthday wish of mine since you can't go camping in Utah in January. But this is the time that you go to that art museum or Gladys Knight on Ice (it could happen...). Something you wouldn't normally do. Some of you might go somewhere to sleep. That sounds like an adventure.
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Sleep ... that would be an adventure ...
Birthday week! It sounds wonderful. How I wish I could be there to help with the little tornado running himself silly. Happy Birthday!
Matthew understood the unspoken baby rule that only person can have the waiters attention at a time. Had Matthew been putting on a reflux display or crying because the hostess looked like she wanted to hurt us (not the gimpy one, the other one), Davis would have been the little angel :). I had a great time, too!
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