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Boys

Apparently, he writes with a lisp, too. I love him.
Right now, it's 10PM. My little boys have been in their beds for 2 hours. And have spent the last hour and a half laughing, jumping from one bed to the other, reading books, and playing with light sabers.
So, so, so naughty. And I have no motivation to get out of bed to stop it. Lucky for them.

Thirty-Four

{My 1st Birthday, with brother Mark, and Pamps- 1976}


At one family dinner, I was reminiscing about the summer I watched the Oliver North Trial with my mom. It was the summer before I went into the 8th grade.

Upon hearing that, my witty SIL commented that I was "born 45 years old".
And as I celebrate my 34th birthday, I am thinking about how "almost right" she is.

I mean, I was watching Luke and Laura reunite after I got home from kindergarten.

I loved Journey and Chicago love songs in elementary school.

I was watching thirtysomething in junior high and high school.

And had crushes on my thirty-something Drivers Ed teacher and the high school boys varsity basketball coach.

So really, despite my premonition that I would die before I was 30, I couldn't wait to get there.

Today, I am 34. And my birthday is on a Sunday, which means. . . (yawn). But two things are for sure- being thirty-something is awesome, and birthday's are definitely better because of FaceBook. Plus,…