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Today is my 31^st birthday! Yes, I’ll admit it, I’m 31. I’m no longer on the cusp of or entering my 30s – I’m IN my 30s. And I have a three-year-old. And I own a house. I’m like a grown up.

My birthday day is nothing special, as it seems that it’s the final day of what turned into a birthday weekend. My in-laws had a dinner on Saturday night, complete with a lovely pair of Swarovski earrings waiting for me (I told Trevor I wanted these, so my initial reply when I got them from his parents was, “Well then, what did YOU get me??”).

Yesterday, I was treated to a free dinner (and margaritas) at Z Tejas by our friends Julie and Nikki, while Julie’s husband Davin, their two kids, and our other friend Billy came over to the house to keep Trevor and Casey occupied (read: Mario Kart and toys). We came home to witness the mass devastation that Hurricane Three Kids in your House will accomplish. I’m still finding Play-Doh crummies on the kitchen floor.

This morning, I rolled out of bed and visited my local Starbucks in my jammies, then came back home to wait for the bug guy to come and kill the ants in our kitchen. I know, I know, it’s almost too glamorous to read! We went to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch and then combed the mall in search of new black Ray Bans. Brown doesn’t go with everything, so black is a nice backup. I came home to find a gift bag in the dining room. That sneaky-pants husband of mine got me a beautiful necklace and matching earrings. I love them! And I was so proud of Trevor. He got me something I didn’t already point out, mention ten times, or write down for him, complete with directions to the store and the item’s SKU number.

Tonight, I think we’re going into Scottsdale to continue my search for said Ray Bans (Chandler didn’t carry the style I wanted). All in all, a great celebration!

*By the way, if Mr. Microsoft is reading this, you need to update your dates. 5:19pm on August 11th is not an "August 12th" post. Get it together.

Casey is three years old today!

I shake my head every time I say that. Time goes by way too fast, but it seems to go even faster when you’re a parent. It literally seems like yesterday when we brought her home from the hospital and said, “Okay, now what do we do with her?” Now, she’s a potty-trained, self-feeding, dog tormenting, big-girl bed sleeping, gold-medal chatterbox.

Casey opened presents last night, since Daddy had a work function to attend tonight. I picked up a birthday cake with the Genie on it (her request) and a princess balloon bouquet. We ordered pizza and I spent the next hour assembling her new play kitchen set. In the meantime, she played with her new Barbie horse, tea set, and digital camera.

Today, I took her to Libby Lu for a birthday makeover. That was a better idea in my head. She was excited to wear her Tinkerbell dress to the mall, but apparently, Tinkerbell prefers bed head to a gorgeous and glittery princess updo. We picked up Daddy at work and had a nice birthday spaghetti and breadstick lunch at Olive Garden.

We’ve spent a quiet afternoon at home, playing with toys. I thought I overdid it, which I tend to do, but she’s been having so much fun all day. I figure she’s got enough new stuff to keep her occupied until at least mid-October!

Happy Birthday, my sweet monkey! I love you!