I have now been 25 for over a week. And I feel exactly the same!
My birthday was lovely – Bart and I went out to lunch with the baby (for FREEEEEE).
When Ella and I got home, there was a note from FedEx stuck to my door saying that they’d tried to deliver a package and that it was waiting at the apartment office. I called down to the office and they said “Yes, we have it. It appears to be food.”
I knew immediately what it was – a few weeks ago, a box arrived claiming to have chocolate covered strawberries in it, but it was actually just a recycled box, full of something much less chocolaty – I had called my dad trying to figure out what the deal with the box was, so he knew I THOUGHT I’d received a box of goodies only to discover it was full of a soup tureen instead. So this box, I knew, must actually be filled with Shari’s Berries. And it was. My dad is terrific.
Bart had arranged to have Ralphie watch Ella, so I dropped her off, picked Bart up at work and we went downtown and had a delightful dinner (which we spent mainly talking about how cute our baby is and looking at pictures of her on our cell phones – what pathetic first-time-parent souls we are).
After dinner, we headed to south Austin to catch a pre-screening of Secretariat for which BlogHer and Disney had offered free tickets to Texas bloggers and happily, one of the dates just happened to be on my birthday. We got our hands stamped with extremely non-official looking purple rubber stamps and then got to sit in the “press” section (which consisted of the two of us and another young couple, and was guarded by an old guy wearing jeans and a cowboy hat. I love Texas).
As we left, I told Bart I hadn’t enjoyed a movie so much since Iron Man, back in 2008. I didn’t expect it to be particularly funny (the preview doesn’t make it look particularly amusing), but it was hilarious. The audience was terrific too, so that made it even more enjoyable. It was completely clean, intense at times, and moving, too. What more can you really ask for? (A free bucket of popcorn and some candy. . .that’s what more I could have asked for, but I’ve chosen to move on with my snack-free life).
When we arrived back at Ralphie’s, we snuggled our baby to within an inch of her life and then all inhaled the strawberries together while I opened the gifts from my parents (which were, as usual, excellent).
(My favorite comment of the evening came from Ralphie’s oldest daughter who, seeing Ralphie kiss Ella, said “Why are you kissing her? She’s not our baby.”).
Oh, birthdays. I’m still young enough to wish you came twice a year.