Jason turned the big 31 today. Now for an entire week he can not call me "old lady" - "elderly" or anything in that nature. We are exactly the same age for 7 days and you better believe I will enjoy every last one of them... and also that it starts the countdown till my big day. Do I love birthdays you ask? of course, it's the one day my inbox is full of emails (not just forwards) and my phone rings with more then just solicitors at the other end. Usually is it the people I love most in this world wishing me well. I love birthdays - just because you get remembered.
This is an extreme closeup of how siblings play. James was trying to bite Paige so she smacked him or something to the effect that his already loose tooth (from a different incident all together) was pushed forward to the point of no return. We rushed him to the dentist and within a minute the dentist had yanked it out. Now our son "Gappy" will have a hole in his mouth until about 6 years old when his permanents will begin to grow in. I would call him a "dorse" (he made up that word) but the gap actually looks kind of cute on his rogue-ish face. My little Willoughby (rogue-ish hunk from Jane Austen novel).
Yes. We do have the house decorated & ready for Christmas. So it will be all nice & cozy when we get back from Utah on Sunday. Paige picked out these singing bells to go around her window. After Jason had hung them and turned the music on - we sat in the front room and could hear her singing along. It was too cute. I love this time of year!