36

Happy birthday to me. I do not consider 36 old by any means, but it does feel strange to hit another year. The numbers keep getting bigger, yet inside I feel like that naive 20-something just trying to get by and figure things out. Maybe it's because most of my friends here in the D.C. area are younger, but it's weird to think about 36. I guess I thought I would feel older.

I love my birthday, but I also realize I'm an adult who doesn't need the world to stop and celebrate. Mostly I'm hoping for a good nap, good food and a happy toddler. And maybe not having to change a poopy diaper.

This morning the boy and I went to a fun yoga class, and then at lunch I dunked my phone in milk, which means it's not working. A mixed bag so far. Sigh.

Taken a few months ago. I believe he's helping me blow a kiss.