Thirty-two

I turned 32 yesterday. Generally, I'd say there's nothing really significant about turning 32; however, my mother had me on her 32nd birthday, so yesterday, I was exactly half her age. And for one day only, we were a mathematical wonder because my age was 2^5 and her age was 2^6. Mom noted that she will not live to see 2^7 because she'd have to live to 128. Did I just loose you back in Algebra I? I don't know how old I was when I first knew how old my mom was when she had me (maybe 4?), but I knew it sounded like she had a lot of years under her belt. And I always wondered what I would be doing on my 32nd birthday. Maybe having a baby too? When I was younger, I wondered if having a baby on my 32nd birthday would get me into Guinness Book of Records? But which record would that be breaking? At the very least, it would get me one the news. But thank God for unanswered prayers because when I had Ellie, I weighed more than a baby elephant and wasn't wearing makeup... not exactly a look I'd like all of Dallas-Ft. Worth to see as they sit down to dinner. It all worked out for the best.

So how did I spend my 32nd birthday? The birthday I'd been wondering about since I was 4 or so? My mom has been keeping Ellie on Tuesdays this summer so she showed up early so I could go to work. She seemed okay when I left, but after 30 minutes at the Little Gym with a listless Ellie, my mom took her temperature and it was 103.5. Ellie slept most of the afternoon, and when I got home, she was doing better, but still sick. My dad came over after work and we were all going to go out to dinner, but Ellie just wasn't up to it. So Lee and my dad picked up dinner and we ate at our house. Mom brought over a little cake and then we opened presents. And of course, I gave my mom something she already owns so I'll be making a trip to the mall to return it... and that was it. There were no babies being born unless, of course, you count the work baby I've been having every day this week since I have so much crap to do lately.

Ellie was better this morning (temp was 101), but she was obviously not 100% so my mom came back over to watch her again. Poor Ellie. I hate it when she's sick. She conquered all of the infant room germs and now she has to battle a whole new round with the toddler room germs. At least she got sick on a day when my mom was taking care of her and not when she was at daycare. I was trying to keep her calm this morning so I let her watch Sesame Street in Daddy's chair. She just sat there with her Pedialite. One time she dropped her cup, squealed and pointed at it for me to come pick it up. What a life. The other thing that Ellie has been doing quite a bit of lately is reading by herself. If it gets really quiet in her room and I sneak in there, this is what I find... What? You say I'm raising a genius? I already know.

We had a pretty relaxed weekend since Lee burned the midnight oil all weekend getting ready for a trial that settled on Monday morning. Ellie and I went shopping on Saturday morning at Southlake Town Square with my mom and then went to my parents house for lunch and a nap. I got to the shopping center early so Ellie could spend time in the Barnes and Noble children's section and when we left it would have looked like the picture above if I hadn't cleaned up. She loves to grab every book she can get her hands on. As you can see, it totally exhausted her. The following picture was taken literally 30 seconds after she made it into the car seat. Shopping is tough work!