They say it's your birthday.....

Well, last week was my birthday. Chronologically, I turned 37, but mentally I turned 13, and physically a good 59. I am sad that I am starting to look like Skipp Sudduth, the actor who played John Sullivan on Third Watch.

Not to rip on Mr. Sudduth, who has entertained me for some time now, but looking like an out of shape, middle aged cop is not how I wanted to spend my 37th birthday.

My girls were so excited this year... more than before. I needed nothing this year and they went crazy at the Target One Spot, giving me all kinds of OFFICE paraphernalia they purchased for a dollar each. I have so many Dwight Shrute things, I am starting to wonder if I should start monitoring my Office watching. We may have a stalker in our midst... My poor wife had to endure the best gift which was staying up with Mackie who decided that she was done sleeping from 1:30 AM until about 3:45 on my birthday. Patty stayed up with her, which for those of you who know my wife, know that it was a brutal task for her. The woman needs every hour of the eight she needs and rarely gets. So, in return, I gave my wife a return present of sleeping in. Our morning ritual of eating cake was only Kendall, Jordan, and I. Poor woman didn't complain a bit that I laid over there snoring the whole time.

I was also given the gift of Salt Grass, where my girls always take me for my birthday. I love the tortilla soup there and apparently that is the only place my girls think I crave to eat. Good times.

Patty also came through, getting me some much needed shoes and clothes. Now I can walk around without parts of my shoe coming off (I wish that was an exaggeration).

I wish you all could be around my girls on a daily basis. They are all such blessings and so fun to be around. The twins are captivating and I really can't see why we haven't been begged to have them filmed or photographed. They are absolutely mesmerizing. Not to mention they have this uncanny act of winding you around their fingers.