Entry FeedThis morning I turned 36. Yes, GASP! I am middle aged. There, I admitted it, now let's move on and never talk about it again.
Today started with a lazy cuddle in bed, with my Daughter. She woke up, and yelled from her bedroom, then padded over on the cutest bare-feet ever to jump into bed between us for a morning snuggle.
Except, though Daughter was in a snugly mood, all she did was yell at her father, "DADDY! PUT A SHIRT ON!"
For some reason the sight of Daddy without a shirt on really upsets Daughter. And instead of getting into an explanation on why it is OK for Daddy to go topless, and why Mommy could as well but chooses not to, etc, etc, etc - I chose to just giggle while watching Husband try to cuddle his Daughter who refused to have anything to do with him until he, "PUT HIS SHIRT ON!"
For my birthday, I asked Daughter to head downstairs and make me a cup of coffee.
"NO! I am too little!" she answered.
"Really? I thought you were big!" I said.
"Nope. She is little," said Daddy.
"Actually, she is perfect!" I said, cuddling my little muppet.
"NO! I AM NOT PERFECT! I AM FOUR!"
I came downstairs and made my own coffee. I guess this is how one welcome's middle age, right? Happy birthday to me.