I turned 29 today. This will be my last year to be 20-something. Next year I will be 30. That used to sound so old to me, but it certainly doesn’t feel old. Heck, most days I don’t feel old enough to be a mom…
In honor of the occasion, Carolyn wore her teeny-tiny Mary Jane’s to church today. These shoes are so unbelievably cute – it should be illegal. I bought them to be part of her Christmas outfit, but I figure she ought to wear them more than once, right? I love this little pink velour dress, too.
Carrie bought me wool for my birthday, and Denis got me a drop spindle to replace the one that Murphy destroyed. I got all kinds of goodies from everyone today, and had a lovely day. Of course, my house isn’t clean yet, and the tree isn’t up yet, and I don’t even have all the gifts yet (that’s a long, sordid story for another day) let alone have them wrapped…but that’s ok. It will all get done eventually. We did manage to get the Christmas card photos taken. Let’s just say, Carrie was a lot more cooperative than the dogs were! One of these days I’ll have to post some of the out-takes…
Happy Birthday! I’ll be 29 in January, and it *is* a weird thought to see myself as a ‘real’ adult. Looking back, I know I’m quite a different person from who I was ten years ago, but there are still moments where I’m waiting for “an adult to take over and tell me what to do.” I’m sure it’s yet different when you’re a mum! :-)