Happy Birthday Ethan! This morning I set my alarm for 5 am so that I could wake up and make cinnamon rolls for Ethan for breakfast. My alarm went off. I was dreaming and totally heard it but incorporated it into my dream. Paul had to wake me up to shut it off. I usually don’t sleep that hard.
I made the cinnamon rolls and put a dollop of frosting on them. I served them to Ethan and teased him that I made him “boobs” for breakfast. Ethan is so modest, that he does not find my humor that funny. He is far more mature than I am. He is a tough audience to make laugh. Occasionally I pull it off and it is a sweet reward!
Ethan made a passing comment. “Remember last year at this time we sat in urgent care all night”. He said.
Last year we did in fact sit at urgent care for about 4 hours. Ethan had a nasty pneumonia and needed x-rays and a couple antibiotics as well as a steroid.
“Yay! No Urgent Care on your Birthday….1 year in a row.” We both laughed. It gets so ridiculous that all we can do is make jokes. It’s our coping skill.
I had an action packed day. 12 phone screens. I did a lot of yapping.
After work, Ethan quietly opened presents from us as well as his Mema and Beba and Aunt and Uncle. He had birthday cake but is reserving his “birthday dinner” for this weekend. He wants to get take out. He hasn’t picked a place yet.
Sarah came over and we yacked away. Sharing what we have been up to over the past few weeks. We had some chocolate mousse cake. Yum!
Tomorrow is Sarah’s daughter’s birthday. We both had our oldest children within one day
Happy Birthday Ethan! 👩🏾🦰
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