Birthday Bananza!

Our trip east was great, but too busy! Watching everyone around town lumber out of their homes with their wheelies for the long weekend just makes me giggle with relief that we don't have to go anywhere.

While in Maine, Boston and New York, we got to celebrate Quinn's big 1 year. It was fab--all the grandparents and east coast siblings and nieces and nephews were on hand. We even got him his own cake, which he stared at in a confused manner. I tried to swipe up some frosting and put it on his tongue while singing, "this is different than fruit for desserrrt!" He was having none of it. I had to eat most of his cake for him. As a mother I try to sacrafice.

But enough about Quinn and 1 year old. Really. The real celebration happened 3 days later when I turned 34. Oh yeah! Whooohhoooo! That's right! Party allllll night LLooooonggg!!! Mommmy had a birthday. Ha! I've given up my birthday. Now that Quinn is here and 3 days older than me, I am ofiicially screwed in bday land. My mother didn't even get me a present. Good news is that Quinn's presents FEEL like presents for me and I am just as excited by them. I did get to swim in the ocean on my birthday (Hamptons, baby!) and that is for sure one of my favorite activities and practically an impossibility here in the wild west unlesss you're wearing a wet suit. So...what am I complaining about? I had a great birthday:)