I meant to post this yesterday...but ran out of time. So, H-mo even though I already know you had fun and all that, I hope you had a great birthday. Enjoy the big 2-2. I miss you lots and wish we could live closer. BUT...I am enjoying our pretty much bi-weekly visits. It isn't the same as living in the same city, but it will do for now.
Somewhat funny/cute story about the day Heather was born. Apparently I was pretty darn excited to be "getting" a brother or sister. My mum and dad left for the hospital sometime in the morning, leaving me in the care of my grandmother. I really didn't want to miss the all important phone call telling me that the baby had finally arrived, so I sat on my little red chair right next to the phone ALLLL day. That is, until the popsicle man came by...at which time I raced there to buy a treat (a purple popsicle with an orange gumball in the middle). Just as I was handing my money over, my granny called me back to the house because my dad was on the phone. The one and only time I left my post (except to go to the bathroom I'm sure...I was 4 afterall), my dad called. But, because he made a promise that he would tell me first, he didn't spill the beans to my grandmother and I was the first to know that I had a little sister.
This is us when she first came home from the hospital (which is another story in and of itself....)
And this is us now...I don't think we've changed a bit ;-)
Once again...happy birthday yesterday and I'm excited to see you on Saturday