Birthday

Over a week ago, I wrote a post about Easter that I have so far failed to insert pictures into. Instead I'll write about my birthday, which was also a week ago.

K drew a picture for me. If I am honest, it's sort of a half-assed picture. I can tell JW made him draw it. When K draws voluntarily he usually covers the page with all sorts of scribbles representing various weapons. But it's up on the wall. JW gave me chocolate from Burdick's and has spent the last two weeks stripping the wallpaper I hate out of the kitchen. Today he's going to bring home paint samples.

My birthday coincided with another reason for rejoicing, pajama day at school. As I walked out the door in the morning, JW and K were having the following argument:
JW: Did you remember to wear underpants?
K: It's pajama day.
JW: Yes, but you still have to wear underpants.
K: It's pajama day.
JW: Yes. It's pajama day. Put on your underpants.
K: DADDY. IT IS PAJAMA DAY.

JW took me out to lunch, and at night we got a babysitter and went out for Korean food and bowling. Turns out bowling is less fun without K around, because I'm not good at being so bad at something on my own. But we still had a good time.

Normally birthdays don't bother me, and this one didn't either, but I did have my first realization that I am creeping ever closer to 40. And 40 seems like a big deal. I was excited to turn 20 (or rather, 21) and finally be an adult. I was happy to turn 30 and feel like a REAL adult. But 40 just seems like a whole other life stage. I guess I still identify with being young. 40 is definitely middle-aged. I still have plenty of time to deal with it, though. My big brother is turning 40 this fall, and he still seems like a regular person. And JW will turn 40 before I will.