Happy Birthday, Sister! (Her b-day is really the 9th but I've got time now to write this)

It started with me holding up doll clothes to Mom's protruding stomach.
Then Tim poked you with a safety pin while changing your cloth diaper.
Then I pushed you down in your crib and when asked by Mom and Dad what happened to you I told them I don't know.
Endless days of playing 'house' and playing at the Piper's house.
Our big move to small town Council.
The 'Golden Gate' bridge in our backyard.
What? I stole your friend, Sharla?
Living in a one room shack for a month.
Trekking on over to Washington into a two bedroom apartment.
"It's your turn to pick up dog poop!" "No, it's your turn!" screamed both of us.
Beautiful Oregon. An even tinier apartment.
Lice. Yuck. Sucked (heh, heh - literally and physically).
Our own house! Our own bedrooms - finally!
Now you know why I was acting crazy in the bedroom?
Birthday parties. Sleepovers. Fights. Hugs.
Goodbye. You're off to Montana while I stay and room with Jill for a few months.
I'm in love. You're in hell.
I'm a Beaver. You're a party girl.
"Problem, Jim?" (I always had issues with people's breaths)
I'm literally on my own in an apartment.
You come to live with me. Thus, I become the ultimate sucker.
You move on and I move on.
We marry.
We mature.
We forgive.
We love.


I can't believe I'm 33 and you're 28!
Happy Birthday! I love you!

B-day

Instead of going to Spokane for a sisters weekend, I decided to stay home and celebrate my birthday with my family. The morning started out with Matt taking care of Isaiah (he woke up early) and then all of us getting ready to go to Corvallis. There was no "Happy Birthday, Mommy." or "Happy Birthday honey". Instead there was the usual "You need to get dressed." and "Where are your shoes, Isaiah?"

I mention this minute little fact to my mom when she called me. So when Allison got on the phone with her Allison listens for a while and then she says to me, "Happy Birthday." Gee, thanks, Mom. She tried.

Finally, in the car, an opportune moment occurs for me to tell Matt, "You forget a lot of things." He gives me that look of "what are you talking about?" I'm not about to tell him that he hasn't wished me a happy birthday. He finally gets the hint and asks me, "Did you see the card on the back of the love seat?" Yeah, right. NO! I did not see it. If I had we wouldn't be having this conversation. I, I, I.

That's how my birthday started but it ended nicely. We made it to Corvallis and ate lunch and played at the park. Then we watched the Beavers stomp Idaho State. Then we went on the field and played around. We hiked back to the car and drove home.

This is a good start to another year!

Happy (Belated by 15 minutes) Birthday, Grandma! 85

A Birthday Poem

The Itsy-Bitsy Spider
climbed up your birthday cake,

Along came some wind
and made the spider shake,

The wind picked him up
and dropped him on your plate...

Now the Itsy-Bitsy Spider
is something you just ate!

Thank you Hallmark birthday card.