So today is my birthday. I'm 27. Those damn birthday control pills still aren't working. Today is also Uncle Steve's birthday. He is *cough cough* years old. Today is also Dr. John Mead's b-day. Sunday will be Thaddeus' First birthday, and here come the questions..."are you still nursing him? when are you going to quit?" All the standards, plus the standard eye-rolls from people when I give them my answers. The fact is the World Health Organization reccomends nursing for at least two years. He will quit when he quits.
So, anywho, I'm sitting here waiting for my mom to get here. she can't call me and I can't call her because the phones are down. Oh well, thank heaven for cable internet. Thaddy's asleep and Sophia is eating fruit, and this is turning out to be a really boring Blog day.
Oh well, happy birthday to me.