Happy Birthday to my beautiful Belle.

<--This was her first, and Friday was her latest. I won't post her age on here, but she's over 21 if anyone needs to know. I would have posted then, but I knew she was leaving for Wisconsin with her friends and I can’t ever remember that she’s got a laptop until I see her with it. Man, I wish I could win a trip like that! Way to go, Sara’s friend-who-won-the-week-long-vacation-and-is-sharing-it-with-my-baby! Everybody be careful way up there, you hear me? My cousin C gave me that backpack after her three sons were finished with it, and I wore it for many years, even after my kids were really too old for a backpack. When I got home from school, I wanted them near me, so I would put one baby in the backpack and the other baby in a frontpack and get dinner, wash dishes, etc, wearing two babies. Even now, all these years later, I still catch myself humming and swaying when I stand at the kitchen sink, from sheer force of habit. I also stand a distance away from the sink, from force of that same habit, because you can’t belly right up to the bar when there’s a baby in the way. “Belly” has a whole ‘nuther meaning now, I’m afraid. Of course, THEN it was sweet, and now it just makes me seem crazy, but oh well. Happy Birthday, my princess. I hope you’re all having a blast in that ritzy condo up there. Take pictures. Call home a lot. Don’t forget, you have to tell Mommy EVERYTHING.