My 29th birthday is next week. I'll likely be spending part of it at my therapist's office. I mentioned going to my favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner would be nice. I'm the kind of person that loves celebrating birthdays, even my own. The last one was extremely anti-climactic...I don't think there was anything special about the day. It would be nice if this year was a little more memorable. Of course, it has to be on a stinking weekday, so even if some friends wanted to go out it would be more like sitting around with a few drinks until about 11. Maybe I'm starting to get in denial about getting older, that it's actually okay to end the party before midnight.

Ronan is amazing me on a daily basis now. He can suck on his toes. Found his thumb. Makes new consonant noises. Gets big belly laughs. Can raise his chest off the floor. Loves to meet new people. Cries in sympathy when other kids cry. Can do a 360 on the floor. Is thisclose to rolling over on his own. Can briefly sit up without support. Can pick up his pacifier and put it in his mouth. I can hardly remember the teeny, helpless little baby I brought home from the hospital. This is what everyone meant when they said they grow so fast. Sometimes, when I'm talking to him, it's like he can understand me. I can read a book to him and he is interested.

I never knew it would be so cool to be a mom.

I'm hoping this actually works out. But I've just put up my website for the Binky Buddy product I spoke of in previous blogs. I got tired of waiting on big wigs to reply to me about taking a look at it.

Binky Buddy