hmmm...

Well, Paul worked all day today. The boys wouldn't tell me Happy Birthday. We got to church late and had to sit on the floor for sacrament meeting. I couldn't connect with my friend who lives far away in New Zealand, although I tried. I nearly burned dinner because of a poopy diaper followed by a diarrhea  almost accident... It was a tough birthday. Then as I was tucking Hawken into bed, he asked if he could sing to me. Me. Finally, someone knew I was needing some attention. :) He sang Too-rah Loo-rah (sp?) to me from heart, since I usually sing it to him at night. That was a song that my mom and dad sang to me when I was a child and it was so sweet hearing it from my sweet little boy.

Thank you Hawk for reminding me that even though this was my birthday, it doesn't mean I get to be a party pooper.  There were plenty of happy things that happened today, and my day got progressively better since I decided to take a positive look at it. Now I will eat some cake and ice cream and snuggle with my hubby. :)