another year bites the dust

I was just finally getting used to being twenty-six. And now, in the blink of an eye, I've become twenty-seven. Yuck.

However, on this my special day, I've chosen not to focus on impending wrinkles and sporadic grey hairs. Instead I will focus on the joy that is spending my birthday with my beautiful baby boy.

He has been--

A little bit surly.

A little bit sweet.

And very focused on having clean hands.

Side note: I thought it would be a fabulous birthday present if Reese would finally say "Mama" on my birthday. You know last year he rolled over for the first time on my birthday. Oddly though, every time I tell him to "say Mama" he laughs and then licks my face. Yes. You read that correctly. Go on, re-read it. He licks my face. It's a wee bit gross, but also wildly entertaining.