Another year... meh

I am now 32. For some reason every year since i can remember, my birthday has played out like a 'polish wedding' as my grandpa would say (apparently polish weddings go on and on). this year is no exception, however what has changed is that i am no longer excited about getting older. I look in the mirror and see lots of little lines around my eyes and i don't like it. I guess all those years lifeguarding wearing hawaiian tropic spf 0 oil were probably not the best idea. despite the fact that i notice these marks of "life experience" visually played out, i will say that it feels good to be in such a secure place in my life. God has blessed me with everything i ever wanted in Mike and JM and being able to stay home with the baby. All I really wanted for my birthday was a margarita dance party. It seems like there aren't enough opportunities to dance in this world. In a perfect existence, I would dance for at least 5 minutes every day like on the Ellen Degeneres show. Anyway, I spent hours crafting the perfect iPod playlist with cheesy club remixes of 80s music, chris brown and madonna and we had a somewhat succesful party on Saturday. I say somewhat, because we made the mistake of gulp, having the party on a UT game night. Fun, nonetheless though. To make a long story longer, Mike and I wound up dancing by ourselves after everyone left on Saturday night. Not to Marvin Gaye, mind you, but to dance songs from my playlist! What can I say, the man is made for me! I got my dance party!

This weekend is ACL and we are going on Saturday only. My mom and Art are watching Peanut Saturday and overnight, which will be the longest we have ever left him by a long shot! I have never missed more than one feeding in a row! We are having a keyed down version of the driveway bloody mary party this year and I will actually be able to drink. I found out on Friday morning of last year's festival that I was pregnant (again), so it was a happy day, but also an anxious time as I was really freaked out that I could miscarry for a 3rd time at any point. Anyway, since I have such a low tolerance these days, I'd say there is a pretty good chance I will be "Two-can Sam" and may pass out on the grassy knoll at the festival, but at least I will be a cheap date! Since I am BFing, I am nervous about my supply and all that, so this year will seem *really* different as I will be bringing a pump and will have to pump and dump a few times during the day! Bob Dylan said it last year during the closing act of the fest (I think- he was impossible to understand!) "The times they are a changin..." indeed...

I am already sad that we have to leave the little guy, but I know it will be fun. I have always admired Mike's brother's presence at ACL and SXSW. The guy comes without his wife or kids and brings his little cooler and savours every moment of music and is the happiest guy there. I call him "Festival Joe." This year, I think I will be taking a cue from Festival Joe and trying to let my worries go, loading up my cup with another drink from the portable wet bar and relishing it all! Can't wait... oh, and we will get to sleep for 8 hours (or more) in a row uninterrupted!

ac: Inspiration

PS- I cannot post without pictures. JM is now the human pretzel and can do a literal pike position putting both feet in his mouth at the same time! Here he's halfway there...