Turning 34

How about that. The turning of the 34. Think about it if you are there, or gracefully more.

I didn't mind it a bit, but then again, I have a built-in age-perspective in my home. What can I say is a down-side about 34, when my husband lived that year long before we met? Not much - because he can say a-plenty. (And does...) So another year goes by and adds on, and I make the same joke to Rickey: "I'm catching up to you..." It's fair to say, since he seems to have inherited an unfair share of Jane's anti-aging genes.

Yesterday was really enjoyable, and I like to think I forced the sun out today simply by wearing sandals. I was showing off the Birthday Pedi, cold weather be derned. Good food was eaten, a foot massage and sprucing up for spring was enjoyed, and gifts were opened. Pictures were taken, but I am trying to get this posty-post-a-posted before Todzilla awakens.

But! The promised long-ago shots are ready, and feel free to be free with your comments on who most favors me, amongst my brood. Yes, yes, I know the straw hair came from me.

Without further ado, I give you - Lil' B.

Age 3 1/2, with Mom and Isaiah - and check out the pajamas my mama made!

My Daddy & I