Happy Birthday to Me!!!!

Ah, November 11th isn't just Veteran's Day in our household, but is also my birthday. Every year, actually, if memory serves ... and although I don't plan on ever being a veteran, I'm honored to share my birthday with them. I won't get into all the political tangents I'd like to on this topic ...

The Buckeyes must have been a little confused, because all they gave me for my birthday was the egg that they laid at the game against Illinois. Maybe they just really wanted to go to the Rose Bowl instead of the National Championship game. Maybe not. Who knows.

The weather didn't do any favors, either. High 30's and rainy. All frickin' day.

But my family and friends came through. I got well-wishes from Columbus, OH, Tampa, FL, Ypsilanti, MI, Bradenton, FL, and Delhi, India. Pammie even sent me a picture of her in front of the Taj Mahal. My first intercontinental birthday message! Surreal!

And the kicker: we took Henry to see his first movie: Ratatouille. He was a total big boy stud. He burst out a couple times ("Whoa, Mommy, Whoa" was my favorite when some rats got struck by lightning), but watched quietly throughout. This was even more poignant due to a five-year old that had a total meltdown in the seat in front of him. About halfway through the tantrum, Henry whispered to Sarah, "What's wrong with that little boy?"

It was a great time. It was a great birthday.