Saturday was my birthday, and it was a very nice day. I'm beginning to think it might be awhile before I get back to raucus parties (which I adore, especially if they are of the costume variety), but as long as the alternative is a beautiful day with my favorite boys, I'll be happy. I had a Rotary work party to attend in the morning, at which I worked my ass off hauling fence panels and weeding, and then I had lunch out with Tony and Charles. I got an afternoon nap and some gardening in my own yard done. We barbequed and then watched a movie after Charles went to bed. All in all, a wonderful Saturday. Oh, and I made cupcakes. I guess the cupcakes were the only real indication it was my birthday. My gifts included lovely flowers from Loris and DeAnna, spices, a cookbook, and a composter from my folks, and a few CDs (Prince, Elvis, MGMT) from Tony and Leland. I'll save wearing a party dress for next year, assuming I feel good enough about my body to buy one.
Charles pulled himself up from a lying down position on Saturday, all the way up to standing. He tucks his knees and scoots a bit on his belly. Time to babyproof!