I may or may not have had a big birthday last weekend. It was one of those that I was hoping would just slide by and it was pleasantly low key. I usually celebrate my birthday for weeks so this was very unlike me. However, turning 30 when you are 9 months pregnant just doesn't scream "Hey, look at me! I'm 30 and I've still got it!" Instead, what I've "still got" is heartburn, a big belly and indistinguishable ankles. [Sigh.]
Anyway, here's the Coooper boy singing his version of Happy Birthday. Not surprisingly his birthday shoutouts usually go to himself, or Grandpa...hence the prompting to sing to Mommy!