My Birthday, My Anniversary, And My New Career

Tweet Yup yup! Today is my birthday- and my anniversary. 11 years ago, I said to my boyfriend, "Hey! Let's get married on my birthday!" And we did. The End.

I've been thinking about 11 years lately. Because, frankly, 11 years is a long ass time. And all of a sudden, BAM! It hit me- I had a new calling. Hallmark really needs someone to spice up their greeting card line. And here I am, ready, willing and able! I'd like to give you a little preview of what I'm sure is going to be my wildly successful greeting card line. In honor of today, I'm starting with anniversary cards.

And since you know how much Not Blessed Mama loves her precious readers, I will begin taking advance orders from you right now! I can even personalize the inside with a sentimental, handwritten message so you don't have to waste your time doing that kind of crap. I know I'd be thrilled to get an anniversary card with some strangers handwriting in it- it really shows how much you care, you know? I'm feeling really optimistic about this, so make sure you get your orders in today!

And I would be remiss if I didn't say Happy Anniversary, Not Blessed Daddy! 11 years IS a long ass time, and I still love you. 

It's Birthday Month Around Here....

Tweet First, Spawn#3 was at the end of March. Spawn#2's big day is fast approaching. But today, the original Spawn (my baby) turned ten.

TEN.

Somehow, this sweet little innocent thing:

Turned into this giant, huge monster of a man-child:

He'll be as tall as me soon. He can wear his Aunt and Grandma's shoes. He's naughty, sarcastic, sassy, silly and I love that rotten stinking kid. Words can't express what you feel for your firstborn child. It's not more, it's not better, it's just different. Lova ya, kid. 

My Baby's Birthday

Tweet Usually you will see bloggers post sentimental sweet thoughts on their children's birthday.

So sweet! And tiny! And non-verbal!

You know we could never be that normal over here at Not Blessed Mama.

Today is Spawn#3's birthday. My little guy is growing so fast!

And he's making me crazy. He is the most emotional, loud, stinky, obnoxious little 4 year old punk that I have ever met. He draws on the walls. He spills food constantly. He breaks stuff. He hits his siblings. He needs to do everything his way, on his time- or it's "I hate you mom!" and stomping down the hallway. He's quite advanced in the "I hate you" stage, so I suppose that's something to be proud of. Showing such initiative. The first word he could spell was a-s-s. I could go on and on.

Okay, okay, I love him to death. He's adorable. He has the face of an angel. He will constantly tell me that I am his best friend, and he's my best boy- or that he loves me (when he's not busy hating me, that is). He's utterly hilarious and makes everyone laugh. He has a great memory and loves quoting movies (one of his first movie quotes was The Fantastic Mr. Fox's "Are you referring to my wife?").


And he's my baby. Happy birthday, baby boy.