I remember, back in the day (way before feed readers and Facebook ruled the interwebz) when my kids were smaller (i.e. NOT able to finish stuff ordered off the children's menu) how cute it was when they'd start planning their NEXT birthdays...the day AFTER...their birthdays.

Then, they got bigger, we started paying full price at the movie theaters and, well, thank goodness for Netflix.

Then, all of the sudden, we were celebrating birthweeks, evidenced by my having to clean the house, more than usual and, well, thank goodness our local super, duper, shop until you drop has an awesome bakery department, too.

Did I mention, my 3 oldest celebrate their birthdays in November, December and January, respectively, in birth order and...SURE...I could tell you, that...YES...we totally planned it that way...OF COURSE...I am still THAT organized (snort!) but, most of you would probably know I'd be lying, right?

As my kids continue to get older (me, too DAGNABIT!) I've since grown to appreciate celebrating birthweekends and focusing on enjoying the simple stuff, like:

• Waking up with all my body parts STILL attached. 
• Sipping a cup of my husband's most excellent coffee. 
• Enjoying the early morning hours, on our porch. 
• Not having to go anywhere. 
• Not having to do anything. 
• Touching, feeling and actually getting to read the newspaper.
• Visiting with family and friends.
• Impressing the kids that...SHYEAH!!!...mom can STILL play a mean game of volleyball.
• Not to mention, NOT having to clean up, after (the house party, not volleyball, SHEESH!)

These are the things that made MY birthday weekend totally AWESOME, anyway!

Also, best cake, EVUH (thanks, Pam!) you know, I could really get used to this whole birthday thing.

I mean, after 39 years of practice, you'd think I would be, right?

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But, you can call me Matt...DAGNABIT!

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