Just a little classic 80's movie to mark the day.

Yes, it's my birthday. I was born on the 39th anniversary of the Pearl Harbor bombing, and the day before John Lennon was murdered. Just a couple of iffy signs to start life with. This is my 6th birthday in a row where I've been either pregnant or breastfeeding. For the record, I'm making no prediction as to my status next year. If I've learned anything this year, it's that the best laid plans can all turn to crap.

We sort of had our celebration yesterday, just because things are generally easier on Saturday than Sunday. Here I caught Faith making my cake.
And the kids' favorite part, blowing out the candles.
Kurt made me my favorite chicken and feta dinner, and we watched a lot of football. After all the football games were over, we watched The Two Towers. And then this morning we woke up to snow. And another year passes.

In other news, Quinn weighed in at 13 lbs 4 oz this week, up nearly a pound from last month. He's growing! I think (knock on wood) the illness is on it's way out. And this week's word appears to be favorite. Both older kids are starting to grasp the concept of favorites. Many times in the last few days, I've heard Faith say "You're my favorite mommy." Okay, I admit, that one got to me.