Tag Archives: Happy Birthday

Awwww, Google! You Remembered!

I clicked on Google to google something, of course. I’m an old Googler from way back. One of my favorite pastimes. My kids say my epitaph is going to read, “Let’s Google it!”

But I digress….

So, I click on Google and what do I see?



So cute! Cakes and cupcakes. Sparklers and candles. I just adore the Google pictures each day. It’s my second favorite pastime, besides actual Googling, of course. I hover over the picture and discover something new and an hour is lost learning about C. V. Raman or Maria Callas or the invention of soap. (Here I go. Digressing again. Must be my age. Wink, wink.)

Today, I see the cakes and the candle and wonder, “Who else shares my birthday today?”

I hover the mouse over the picture and low and behold it says:

Happy Birthday, Jane!

My heart skips a beat. Google remembered!

I’m so touched. And honored. And awestruck.

And then, I realize (fairly quickly, because I’m not that egocentric) that the image will only be seen by me.

But that’s okay.

Google remembered my birthday.

That’s enough for me.


Filed under Holiday, Uncategorized

Happy Leap Day, Fellow Leapers! And A Special Shout Out To My Little Guy. Happy 2nd Birthday, Sweetie!

“In 45 minutes, he’s going to be a Leap Day baby!”

I smiled at my mid-wife and said, “Yeah. That would be so co………..ARRRRRRRR!”

I was trying to say “That would be so cool!” but I had another contraction instead.

I had been pushing for almost 2 hours. In labor for 17. I was tired but still excited. And ready. Oh-so-ready to meet my little guy.

In what seemed like a minute I heard, “This is it. One final push.”

And he was here. Perfect and sweet and not crying. Aren’t they supposed to cry?

People started rushing into the room almost the second he arrived. Equipment wheeled in. People. So many people.

“There was no indication….” I heard my mid-wife say, her voice trailing off. The doctor seemed to scowl. He said something I didn’t understand and the room was turning white and starting to spin. My husband grabbed the nurse, alarmed and said something to me. I managed to squeak out, “Stay with him!” as they lowered an oxygen mask over my face.

The pregnancy was a surprise. And because of my age and infertile history, I was high risk. But quite honestly, except for the near constant morning sickness (that didn’t leave until month eight) I had a breezy, easy pregnancy. My blood pressure was always awesome. My blood sugar never spiked. He grew just the way he was supposed to. OK. So, he was almost 2 weeks late. And almost 10 pounds. He was just a healthy, growing boy who loved his momma. Still is.

Almost 2 hours later my husband came back into the room. Without him.

“He’s supposed to be with us,” I said. “We signed up for the rooming-in suite.”

“There were some problems,” my husband said, “But he’s fine now. They need to observe him for a little longer and then they’ll bring him to us.” He tried to hug me but I pushed him away.

“No,” I said. “He’s supposed to be with us. Where is he?”

“They’re taking good care of him. He’ll be fine. We’ll see him soon.”

I was tired. Confused. Exhausted. This was not what I had planned. My husband was going to cut the cord. (No time. The nurse did it.) They were going to lay him on me. We were going to take pictures. I was going to nurse, right then and there. (But they had to whisk him away.)

There was meconium in the amniotic fluid that didn’t present until the very end. I was busy pushing, breathing and focusing on my husband. My husband was watching the worried look of the nurse who left my mid-wife’s side to call in support. Our baby was blueish when he arrived. And not crying. Barely breathing. Everyone looked worried but in charge. My husband was terrified and when he saw me almost losing consciousness, petrified.

I had no idea anything was serious. I just remember not hearing him cry and then wanting everyone to just leave me alone and let me sleep. I fought with the nurse, tried to push her away in my half conscious state.

It was scary. It did not go as planned. And 6 hours later they brought my precious little bundle to me.

Born on Leap Day at 12:06am. 9 lbs. 12 oz.

The pediatrician on duty brought him to me. “Congratulations,” he smiled, “You’ve just given birth to a happy, healthy 2 month old.”

He was big. And he was healthy. A clean bill of health. After cleaning his precious little lungs and his precious little body. After x-rays, blood tests and observation. He was fine. He was ours.

Our precious little Leap Day baby.

Happy, happy 2nd Birthday, sweet boy! (Yes. I know you’re really 8. But you know how Mommy loves to tease!)



Filed under children, Holiday

Chocolate Cake + Chocolate Ice Cream = One Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Sweet Little Boy!


Oops! Forgot to make a wish!


Oh no! Sugar rush chocolate high!


Guess we’ll just have to dance it off!



Filed under children, family

Happy Birthday to Me and I Need A Little Help From My Friends

Go, me! It’s my birthday! And surely it will snow somewhere (not here) in honor of this glorious day. That was a little joke my grandmother and I had. Remember, I moved south of the Mason Dixon line 25 years ago. And on my birthday it would often snow where I used to live. My grandmother would always call, wish me a happy birthday and give me the weather report.

I love snow. Looking at it. From inside a cozy room with a fire lit in the fireplace with plenty of snacks and good books nearby. Living in it? Nope. Not so much. I left snow all those years ago and have never looked back. Don’t get me wrong. It’s gorgeous. But I lived in Michigan. It could snow as early as October and as late as April. There’s a joke that Michigan has two seasons, Winter and Construction. A newspaper columnist, Bob Talbert, once said, “You know you’re from Michigan when one of your kid’s Little League games has been snowed out.” Mine was! Ahh, the good ‘ole days. Bundled in your snowsuit underneath your Halloween costume. Pouring salt on your windshield. Sloshing through slush. The dirty, yucky, filthy snow that lingers well beyond that first virgin snow. The long winter days and days and days and days without a glimpse of the sun. No thank you. Not for me.

But it’s my birthday! Happy thoughts! I’m going to savor every moment. Eat cake. AND ice cream. Open a couple presents. Hug my kids. Kiss my husband. Relax. And enjoy.

But first….I need your help. A little birthday gift to me, you might say. My 100th post is coming up this Monday – that is, if I stay on my self-imposed schedule of 6 posts per week, taking Sundays off. And I have NO CLUE how to commemorate the momentous occasion. So I’m snagging an idea from Steven (thanks, Steven!) and asking for suggestions from my blog friends. I’m telling you right now that the “100 Things About Me” idea is out. I am much too boring for such a post. Trust me, your eyes will glaze over by item #14. Suggest a topic, suggest a question you want me to answer – any and all suggestions will be considered!

Thanks, all! And have a little cake today – it’s my birthday!


Filed under Holiday