It's true. Birthdays get less interesting as you age. Particularly when you are hurtling quickly toward a new decade of life. My birthday came and went last Friday and was overall pretty quiet. I did manage to be in my pajamas and on the couch with my Nook by 7 PM, which was pretty much the best birthday evening ever. (Old) I also bought myself fancy nail polish during a Target run on my birthday. Vivian found the idea of buying yourself a birthday gift to be absolutely hysterical. I told her those were some of the best kind of gifts, but she didn't believe me.
In other news, I am 3 weeks and 2 days from being done with grad school. One paper and one final exam stand between me and freedom. I can almost feel it. I'm making lists of projects to take on around the house when I'm done with school. Top of the list is to move everything out of the playroom and start over in there. It's out of control with the kids' stuff and our stuff all crammed in. Yesterday we went to IKEA and got some organizing items and I'm having to exercise a lot of self-control to not jump into the project now. There's very little I love more than organizing things.
In Ethan's world, he no longer likes kindergarten and looks for every excuse to get out of going. He said that it would be okay if they just had more choice center and recess time. Not likely to happen :)
So that's our world here. Chugging along.