Thirty Six

Tim turned 36 today.  That sounds so old, or so he keeps telling me. 

Our day started early as usual with Ella waking just after 6am.  She came into bed with us and snuggled quietly for about a minute or so after enthusiastically saying happy birthday to Tim.  I was hoping that we could have a little sleep in (I know that's what Tim craved) but the quiet turned to constant chit chat from our happy little toddler and before we knew it we were up and daddy was opening his presents.

I was planning on making a big breakfast for the birthday boy but instead he'd looked outside and saw the sun and declared that he wanted to go to the beach.  So, off we went.  It wasn't that warm when we left but the forecast suggested that it was going to get hot quickly.  As we drove towards the beach the clouds in the sky told us otherwise but thankfully when we got there they somewhat cleared and the sun came out again.  Tim and Ella swam in the ocean while I watched Lucas intensely staring as the sand slipped through his chubby fingers every time he grabbed at it.

After swimming we loaded everything back into the car, along with what seemed like bucketfuls of sand and headed to nanna and pa's to drop the kids off so we could have a nice lunch together just the two of us.  We went to TGIFridays, reminisced about our travels to America, enjoyed 'adult' conversation, laughed a lot and ate way too much food.  We walked out feeling so heavy and still, hours later, I feel like I've just eaten a full meal.

We've had such a nice long weekend but tomorrow we're back to reality and back into routine.  The house looks like a bomb has exploded.  There's baskets of dirty laundry to do, clean clothes to put away, endless toys to pick up and gritty sand under my feet that needs to be swept.  Oh yeah, and the diet starts tomorrow too!