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Birthdays Lots and Lots

It's birthday month in both our families. ( There are multiple birthdays in that month) I just love birthdays. It's funny because my brother said something to me last year about outgrowing them and I thought why would someone want to do that. Grant it when you're turning 34 instead of 14 things are a little different. I won't get together with friends or get any cards telling me I look like a monkey. I'll spend time with my family. My boys will make me something, my husband will attempt to get me what I asked for, and I'll get to go out to eat. A couple of years ago I added the I should not have to bake my own cake rule. I bake each family member whatever kind of cake they want and make them a dinner of their choosing. When it's my turn, I really don't want to make my own even if I don't get exactly my favorite.

The kid inside me still likes to get presents, but NOT if my loved ones can't afford them. I am happy to get a card even if it is homemade. My husband thinks it is funny that I just loved my fuzzy socks I got for Christmas. They are something I like that I likely would not have bought for myself. He thinks practical gifts are not fun, but I disagree. I think balance is definitely the way to go.

Maybe I'm making up for lost time. When I was a kid, birthdays were not a big deal. I had a couple memorable ones, but most I don't remember at all. My husbands family makes a BIG huge deal out of birthdays and Christmas. I don't think it is a case of gimmes either. They just have so much fun. I guess I caught the bug too. I do have trouble with big parties though so it is hard for me to plan them for my kids. I am trying to find ways around that so they know how special they are to me. It would be pretty sad if I didn't give my own parents any slack and they suffered from the same trouble with the commotion. What is it people say...The older I get the more I realize I don't know.

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