Today has been one of those all too rare perfect days for me.  I woke up this morning to my husband bringing me breakfast in bed (from one of my favorite restaurants).  He told me that the whole day would be about spending time with me and the kids...something he hasn't done in quite a while because he's been completely focused on school.  So we had fun (the kind of fun that leaves me with a cheesy smile plastered on my face ll day) amongst ourselves until the kids got up.  Then we got everyone dressed and headed out to D's daughter's basketball game (she's a cheerleader). 

Caden had picked up some flowers outside of the gym and he showed them to his dad.  Scott told him that he should give the flowers to a pretty girl, thinking that he was going to give them to one of the other kids there.  Caden loves the ladies (he is so my child), especially the older ones.  Scott would have you think that it's a trait Caden got from him, but don't let him fool you with those lies.  I have always been more adept than he at getting the girls.  But I digress, instead of finding some hot 5 year old, he gave them to me and said "pretty mommy".  I love that kid.  He's been calling me "Pretty Mommy" all day.  My boy thinks I'm pretty...I've got to tell you, that makes a girl feel pretty damn good.

After the game we picked up a couple of pizzas (yes, I need a whole medium to myself) and some movies and headed home.  We watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, which actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be...well, the parts that I saw weren't bad.  Scott and Caden are the only one's who actually made it through the whole thing.  One minute I'm comfortably in my husband's lap watching Officer Tom Hanson channel a drunk Keith Richards, and the next thing I know it's nearly midnight.  Apparently Jacen and I only made it halfway through.  I'll have to watch it again (early morning sex makes me sleepy all day, it's weird).

Scott went to put Caden to bed while I tried to haul J to her bed (bad idea on my part, she's getting much to heavy for me to carry.  She's fairly skinny, but mommy is a weakling).   I thought she was completely out, but as I was going up the stairs she whispered "hi mommy".  She never opened her eyes, so I asked how she knew it was me.  She told me she always knows when I'm around because she can smell me; I smell like her mommy.  That's kind of beautiful. 

Sometimes I find myself in awe of them both.  They totally make my world stop.  It's hard to believe that I'm responsible for brining these two amazing people into the world.  It's days like this that make it all worth it.  All the drama, fear, pain, suffering, marriages, divorce, broken hearts, crying, sleepless nights, depression...those two?  They make it all worth it for me.  They are the reason my heart still beats.

So I'm 27 now.  Yay me.  I don't know why, but I just have this feeling like it's all downhill from here.  Thirteen is when you get to be an official teenager...sweet sixteen is when you become a driver...at eighteen you're a legal adult...at 21 you can drink (legally)...and at 25 you can rent a car and get auto insurance without it costing you an arm, a leg, and your first born son.  But 27?  Who the hell cares?  The milestones are over, dude. 

Oh well, despite the suckiness of getting older, I did have a fantastic birthday.  Scott and I spent the day at the beach and he surprised me with Mute Math tickets (I was hoping for Sara Ramirez wearing nothing but a bow, but hey, I can't complain about Mute Math).  Those guys put on an awesome show.  If they come to your area, go see them...you won't be disappointed.  The Cinematics and Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin opened.  I could take or leave SSLYBY, but the Cinematics are fabulous.  That pretty much sums up my birthday...good music, lots of cake, and too much to drink.

Ryan's pregnant again...more at 11(that's a Kentucky Fried Movie reference for you losers who don't know).  Yes, the baby machine is in production once again.  I found out a couple of weeks ago and just never got around to posting about it.  She's happy (of course), James is happy, so we're happy for them.  I couldn't imagine having to deal with three kids that young.  Brody isn't a year old yet, so they're all going to be really close in age...good luck with that one. 

There's nothing much else going on...oh, the asshole has been calling, but I won't answer his calls.  I have nothing to say to him and I don't want to hear anything he thinks he has to say to me.  Well, my kids think they are musicians now...so Scott and I are forced to go rock out with them.  I'm on rhythm guitar, Scott's on lead, Caden's on drums, and Jacen is playing my keytar (which looks absolutely ridiculous because it's almost bigger than she is).  Today's lesson is headbanging...one of them is going to fall over and it will be hilarious.

Later days.