Birthdays

We are Birthday celebrating fools in this house...The girls' birthday is the 10th and my birthday is the 13th.  I was actually on bed rest when I had them...my aunt and uncle came down from Chicago for my birthday weekend...and surprise, surprise, my water broke...and, well, you know...when that happens there is just no turning back.  So I had them - by emergency c-section - at 33 weeks {Casey weighed 4lbs 10oz, Chandler was 4lbs 7oz and they were both 17 inches long}.  They spent almost one month in the NICU.  And still to this day, one of my best birthday presents ever was when the NICU nurses found out it was my birthday and moved the girls from separate isolettes on opposite ends of the room into one crib together.  It was a huge surprise, and one that I will never forget. 

But, I digress.

Here's a look at the birthday celebration on Saturday...

We had cupcakes from Gigi's.  I had never ordered them from there before (it's a chain and there is one in downtown Athens).  I called...when through a big rigamaroll about the assortment that I wanted, then gave her my credit card number to hold the order, and just by chance I casually said...

Me:  So what is that total?
Lady:  $114.68
Me:  Reaaaaaallllllllyyyyyy?
Lady:  Yes, ma'am.  Three dozen cupcakes, $114.68.
Me:  Why don't we just make that two dozen? 

Can you believe that????  I think I might be in the wrong business.  Just sayin.

The girls were so good about letting Q help them open presents {even though I'm sure they didn't want to}.  Their kindness may have had something to do with the fact that they each got an ipod touch for their birthday {only because Chris and I found them cheap, cheap on Black Friday} and we told everyone about it so they were completely hooked up with headphones and a dock, otter cases and plenty of itunes giftcards.    {Quinn spent much of the weekend showing off his tech skills to Meme and Pops.}

Speaking of showing off tech skills...

...this is one of my new favorite pictures - Casey and Quinn with Aunt Molly and Aunt Juli.  I love that my children love them.  And that they love my children. 

My parents then spent the night on Saturday and by the time they left Sunday afternoon, Quinn had falen a trillion times over in love with Mems.  He told me so.

"I love Meme the most.  I love Daddy the sweetest.  And I love you just a little bit.  Not too much."

That's what my only son said to me on the eve of my 34th Birthday.  Seriously.  Sheesh.