It's My Birthday, It's My Birthday!...and Happy Birthday Misha & Nicholas!!!

So I didn't work, and was able to sleep in. But of course, as is the tradition in our home, the cake and gifts come in the early hours before the first person has to leave the house. My son got up early and made me cupcakes.(I'm saving mine for after Easter). I fell back asleep after the singing, cake, and gifts.Lucky me- I'm not always able to sleep in.

This tradition started because my husband would come home late, and the little ones could not wait till say 10-or 11:00 at night to have cake and celebrate birthdays, so we decided to do it in the am, before Ken would go off for work.

And in my house growing up, we always sing Happy Birthday , whether it be over the telephone, in person... and we always sing, 'and many more...' at the end. And the birthday girl or boy has to make the first cut in the cake for good luck,  and that cut is for their own piece. 

Tradition- if it's a good one, keep it. If not, get rid of it!

Went for a yummy lunch at my friend Sevan's house. We celebrated both of our birthdays. Hers was the end of last month. Sevan makes great, tasty, super healthy foods. Since I'm doing Lent, I got really delicious vegan /Mediterranean style food.Yum! Yum! She also made me a gift, which I will post about later when I get pics.. The time she took to make it for me! Wow! and what a gorgeous and meticulous job she did! We had a great time giggling, laughing. Boy did that feel good:)

Not much on the art front today. But, check out my son. What do you think? Is it time for him to get a hair cut? Haha- he's getting one for Easter, much to his displeasure. 

He hates getting his hair cut. But Mom does the best job, and he  would always scream at me that I cut off too much. He is so lucky my hubby or daughters didn't do it, because they can kind of 'mess things up', and have. But he'd still yell-that is until sometime last year when we read him the riot act in no uncertain terms.

 It was such a thankless job to cut his hair. He would cry, I would cry because I really did a great job at cutting his hair 98% of the time, and just wanted him to be happy. I remember having to get my bangs cut short , growing up. I did NOT like short bangs. So I felt that I was rather understanding of the situation. I could cut one cm. of hair, and he would be upset.

Well, we were in Old Navy last year sometime, and a woman and her son came up to him and 'just had to tell him' what a great haircut he had. Of course, I smiled and told him to tell them 'who cut his hair'. He told them, and they couldn't say enough about it. The son was older than my son , and definately 'cool', so this went far, on my behalf. He can still complain, but , thank goodness that he's finally maturing over this.

There was just a knock at the door and look at the pretty flowers my neighbors brought! They're from Sandra, Saxon, and Simon. What sweeties!!!