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I am normally a huge celebrator.  I love big parties, big surprises, and spending ridiculous amounts of time planning them.  Yet somehow, for this year, for right now and where my life is finding itself, a low-key birthday was precisely what I wanted, needed, and luckily got.

It entailed:

• sleeping until 7:30 (which is good, lately)
• rigmarole of getting myself and both boys dressed and groomed for the day
• letting Sir O play too many computer games on pbs kids.
• doing the laundry I procrastinated yesterday
• Mr Renn coming home early from school, and taking me out to lunch (he even found a babysitter!)
• Taking the boys to Mill Grove to enjoy being outside in the sun, even though it was muddy.  (And Sir O getting his backside covered in said mud).

• Having Sir O attempt to take our picture at Mill Grove.

• Mr Renn cleaning the kitchen to try to get rid of some of the reasons I can't handle being in the kitchen for more than 30 seconds.
• Mr Renn teaching Sir O how to mop, vacuum, and peel cucumbers.
• Mr Renn and Sir O going to the store to pick out a birthday cake for me.  (Or rather a tart; Sir O calls it a "fruit cake" and  requested the happy birthday sign for it - it was YUMMY)
• Some singing, and only one candle. (The pregnant lungs were happy)

• Sir O opening my birthday presents for me.
• Mr Renn putting the boys to bed while I answered a slew of happy birthday phone calls.
• Watching disc 2 of Little Dorrit and eating pears with Martinellis.  I'm remembering why I don't love Dickens; the vast majority of his characters are completely 2 dimensional charicatures, but we're still hooked.  Too bad we can't afford to upgrade our netflix account, and have to wait a few days in between each disc.
• Staying up way too late and being really very sick. This was inevitable.