Celebrating my birthday isn't quite like it used to be - well, at least this ol' Momma tried to party like it was 1999. Joe and I went out with friends on Friday night while James spent the night with my parents. Before closing down a bar, we had a beyond delicious dinner at Lucca and then headed to Improv Asylum where I laughed 'til I cried. We had such a great time and it almost felt like life-before-baby...until I woke up Saturday morning. All I have to say is "ouch". It wasn't too long ago that I was able to stay out until the sun came up and still have a productive day. I guess becoming a parent changes ones tolerance for alcohol...I'd prefer to think that's the reason and it's not due to being another year older. I'll stick to being a home-body, spending the evenings with my men, and going to bed early. Wait, we have tickets to the Redhook-fest next weekend. Crap. I better start chugging water and catching up on sleep right now.
I think James could sense that his Mum had a mini-steel-drum band playing inside her skull on Saturday so he was generous with his naps. I love that kid. That evening, we stopped by my brother's house for some grilled deliciousness and James got a chance to show off his new crawling skills, stair climbing skills, and tomato stealing skills.
We had some much-needed yard work to do today. Well, Joe did the work while James and I had a Cheerio picnic on the grass.
Actually, Joe did get a little bit of help...
La Paloma in Kingston. Yum. Then, to wrap up the day, we brought James on a tour of my Dad's foundry and tried to teach him how to earn his keep. I think he'll stick to Cheerio picnics for now.