Twenty Eleven

Josh calls my turning 31 "Twenty Eleven".
I don't feel any older. I do feel worn out. Brooke is still in her teething/whiny faze. She was a little better on my birthday which is nice. I just had to have her in the MobyWrap for 3 hours to accomplish that.
Josh has been spoiling me all week with "Birthday Week" giving me presents every day and hanging up cute signs throughout our apartment. He is such a sweetie. I love him. :)Thanks for making my birthday special!(By the way, one of my theories of Brooke's whinyness this week is because she is jealous that it is MY birthday week and she has to share all of the attention.)
We are celebrating on Friday by going out to dinner. I get to wear a new outfit. Yay! Clothes that fit me! Thanks, honey!