25

25.  I turned 25 on Friday.  And I can't believe how time flies.

I remember being excited about being "lucky 7-years-old," and excited about finally being able to get my driver's license when I turned 16.  And then 18 was big too, and 21 meant I was really an adult.

When I was younger, I remember thinking that 25 was old.  Maybe it is, but I don't really feel old.  Just older.  I still feel like the same person I've always been, and that's a good thing for me.



Anyway, I had a wonderful birthday.  I got up early to shower (in peace), and while I was drying my hair, Blake went to get Isabelle from her room so she could "tell Mommy 'Happy Birthday.'"  So as soon as she walked into the bathroom in her footy-pajamas with her wide eyes and unbelievably messy hair, she urgently said "Poopy, potty."  Thanks, baby.

Blake headed off to work, and we made pancakes.  We went to "Toddler Time" at the library, where Isabelle had fun playing games.  We had a pretty low-key afternoon, and headed to Blake's parents' house to hang out there while Blake helped his dad work on building the barn.

I came home in the late afternoon to feed the girls and get them to bed, since Blake was taking me out to eat (I didn't know where we were going, it was a surprise).  Got Isabelle to bed, nursed Lacey really well (she wouldn't sleep), and left the girls in Catherine's care.

Blake ended up taking me to the Cypress Bayou Casino to eat at Mr. Lester's Steakhouse.  The atmosphere was ambient, intimate, and romantic, and the food was exquisite.  I had a Caesar salad, 8 oz. filet, and four-cheese au-gratin potatoes, with a small plate of assorted sweets for desert.  I had a wonderful time, and it was really nice to get out of the house with Blake and enjoy a nice meal alone, without the circus that accompanies taking the babies out.  If you're a parent, you know what I mean.

And as for our nighttime activities, we went to bed at 11, only to be awoken at 11:30 by the cries of our sick two-year-old.  Blake cleaned up the vomit while I gave her a bath.  But before we could get Isabelle back in bed, Lacey woke up needing to nurse.  So we (I) didn't get back to bed until 12:30.  And that's life.  When you have a nice birthday evening out with your husband, the universe must right itself by midnight.

Isabelle seemed to be feeling better today, but she and Lacey have been struggling with this stomach virus on and off all week.  I'm hoping (and praying) I don't come down with it too, because Mommas don't get "sick days."

Anyway, I had a wonderful 25th birthday.  Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday.  I'm so blessed to have such amazing family members and friends.