Happy Birthday to me

Yep--my big day. I'm no longer 32. Since we use Math•U•See, I can now figure out that I am three dark blue blocks and one little strawberry block. Thankfully, there is still room in the little green units house, so there's no need to move on up Decimal Street for a few more years yet.

If you don't use Math•U•See, you have no idea what I am talking about.

But if you do use Math•U•See, you'll understand this bit of birthday excitement: I got the entire Gamma program--Teacher's Guide, DVD, Student Workbook and Tests--for $30 used today. That's almost half price! Love bargains like that.

I had a good birthday. Aside from dropping my dh on the curb at the airport as he began his journey to Haiti (no, not Tahiti. HAITI.), it was a good day. My children went out of their way to make their momma smile. Logan is feeling a good bit better, which makes me smile. I got to get in a little Ben Franklin action (and only spent $10) with friend J., who then treated me and my brood to dinner out with her crew. Dinner with five handsome little boys and one freckled princess. Not a bad deal! Plus, she got me a pastry cutter. Actually, she got me a whole bag full of kitchen tools, but the pastry cutter ... it's like she looked into my soul on that one. Really. O.k., you'll never believe me, but it is true.

I got birthday phone calls from some key family members, including my father. This is a very big deal. That makes two years in a row that he has called me to wish me a happy birthday. This is, I believe, a direct answer to my prayer some time back that God would change my heart toward my father. Not only has my heart been transformed, but clearly, my father's is changing as well. Happy birthday to me!