My Birthday was a Stitch!

Friday was pretty awesome--Aidan and I need to be certified in infant CPR because Supercute should be coming home next week. He's up to 5 lb, 13 oz, 18 inches long. It is with both delight and wonder that I consider the fact that my exhusband and his fiance have asked me to be the 'emergency person' they can leave Patrick with. No one else will have this honor. wow. I'm floored, actually. {above} So here's Aidan with Supercute--big bro and little bro!
{above} And here's what happens when they pass Supercute to me. Somehow, I don't believe he's thinking "who's that raven-haired vixen holding me?" But then usually, I'm throwing my manhooks into something a little bit older. Interestingly, they sure do cry the same, regardless of age.
{above}Ah! Happy Birthday to me! My day started with Aidan making breakfast--bacon and french toast. My little sweetheart even made the bacon first, brought me sizzling slices, and then went back to make the rest. Ah, bacon then french toast. works for me!

I spent my birthday night with the girls--quilting, of course! Jennie gave me this awesome bag I was drooling over at the quilt show and Vicki gave me a box of taddles. We ate pizza and cupcakes from Sweet Dreams, a local bakery. They even sang the birthday song--how awesome is that? It was, without a doubt, the best birthday I've had in years.

{above} here's what I completed last night: the table runner and a reversible apron. I was having such a rush from the evening that I stayed up quilting until 1:30 this morning. A quilting hangover. Dang I'm getting old!!