Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Another year has come and gone. I am now 26. I have very little to say about this birthday except that I must remember next year to NOT get excited about my birthday. It wasn't the worst day, but it wasn't great either, and to be honest I was hoping for great. Obviously having high expectations never ends well.

Yesterday I took Davin to get a big boy haircut. His hair was just getting too long and scraggly for me. He was pretty good for the haircut. He cried for the last few minutes and we both ended up with hair all over us. I think he looks adorable. This is the last smile I can remember on his face though.
Today he looked like this. All day. He was SO not feeling good. He ran a temperature even with Tylenol. He took minuscule naps and just generally fussed all day. I did reap the snuggling benefits of having a sick baby, but that also meant I really couldn't do anything. He seriously was laying like this dozing off every few minutes for about half an hour this afternoon. I really just feel so bad for him.
When I opened my birthday presents tonight Weston was desperate to "help" (do it for me). I asked him to bring me my last present, the big one and instead he just started ripping into it. Stinker. Oh well. Davin was momentarily distracted from sickie sadness by ripping wrapping paper too.
We were all in green at one point in the day. Weston randomly changed his shirt. Anyway, if anyone needs a sugar fix I have almost an entire chocolate peanut butter cake, a quarter of a lemon vanilla cake, and a wedding style cupcake sitting on my stove. Come on over for the party! If you're wondering why this post is being written at 11:30pm, that would be because I "treated" myself to a nap. I'm such an idiot. Now I can't sleep. Not to mention Ian is snoring loudly in our bedroom and Davin is not peacefully sleeping either. I think I will go try to lull myself to sleep with some reading or word puzzles. Tomorrow will be just another day.