I know who is responsible...

Well, it's time. Exactly thirty-five years ago this minute, my mother changed the world* by giving birth to me. And, as I was a whopping nine pounds and four ounces at birth, that was certainly not an easy feat. But my mother, liar that she is, claims that it was a wonderful thing, and she doesn't remember the pain. I also do not have any idea for how long my mother was in labor, because she is just not that type of mother - you know, they type that claims that the goodness of your behavior should be directly proportional to the number of hours she panted and huffed through contractions. Yeah, my mom's pretty cool like that. And don't even get me started on my Daddy. ;)

I'm pretty lucky to have them. And to hear them tell it, pretty lucky to be alive after putting them through the torture that turned out to be several years of potty-training. Yeah, I know, what comes around goes around, and I'm just praying that God chooses to be merciful when it's time to start training JJ. But all in all, I think I turned out okay. And I'm guessing they think so too, because they drive 1,500 miles (each way) to see me several times a year (as they did even before JJ, thankyouverymuch).

So, if you happen to be holding a glass, please raise it with me in toast to two very wonderful people who are responsible for me being able to celebrate yet another birthday. Yay, Mom and Dad, your baby is thirty five today! Thank you!



*That my sound a bit conceited, but really, the fact that I am using disposable diapers for JJ is enough for some tree-hugger somewhere to claim that I am single-handedly destroying the earth. So, be it good or bad (probably more bad), yes, I am creating some type of impact.