Nate just told me I'm almost 100.

Yesterday I turned 35. Just now, sitting at the table eating leftover birthday cake, Nate asked how old I was. I told him. "Wow! You're nearly a hundred!" Remind me to write a note to his teacher re: counting.

All in all, it was a nice day. Jason took me out to dinner and a movie the night before, which was fun.

You need to find a Thai restaurant right now and order the Lamb Massaman Curry. Cause I don't really like lamb. And I don't really like curry. But this was so delicious that I wanted to crawl inside that bowl and live there forever. Or, maybe just take all that curry and pour it into my purse and take it home. Yum. This was the same restaurant where we had the argument about who was more easygoing. But luckily I didn't bring it up again because I'm so easygoing, and we had a lovely dinner.

I'm not sure what I was doing on my 25th birthday. That was pre-children, we were living in Dallas all footloose and such. We had an apartment the size of your bathroom and worked with college students, so we basically still had that lovely, pancakes-at-1:30am student lifestyle. I'm sure there was a party. And I'm certain that I didn't spend the hours before my birthday dinner date combing through a child's hair to check for head lice. Oh yes, I said it.

I'm not gonna talk about it too much cause it makes my head itch. But we've had this *issue* for a couple of weeks now. My head was itching in that above photo, cause I finished treating the kids' hair, showered them, changed clothes for dinner and ran screaming from the house. It was a little hard to decompress after 2.5 hours of combing, combing, shampooing, sterilizing, and watching multiple episodes of "The Suite Life" on Netflix.

Despite that, I'm thankful to celebrate another year of life! A life that's helped produce some lovely, if mildly infested, children. And a husband I'll be forever grateful for. ("Amy, we are not going to talk about lice anymore. Stop obsessing! This is your birthday dinner!") And of course, there's Grace whom I have taught to give a remarkably good Stinkeye.


No, really. You have to admit--that is a really good Stinkeye. (Read here for my performance of it.) The disdain, the annoyance, the disbelief communicated in that expression! It's taken me years to perfect that look, and she's got it already. I think it's all due to me! What can I say? It's my legacy.

This is what I have to show for the past year.