Here's The Birthday Girl!

Happy birthday, Mom! Believe it or not, that's Mom on her first birthday. Doesn't she look like a boy? Ouch! Mom just smacked me on my butt for calling her a boy. Okay Mom, you look like a really cute boy. How's that?

For those of you who weren't following my blog at this time last year, you can read last year's post here. You'll learn a lot about Mom - probably more than you ever wanted to know. But there are still a few fun facts about Mom that I'm sure she won't mind if I share with you.

The Chicago blizzard of 1979 started on Mom's birthday. 16.5 inches of snow fell that day and by the time the blizzard was over there was over two feet of snow on the ground. Schools were closed for an entire week (the blizzard started on Saturday) and as Mom likes to remind me, this was the only time in her entire school history that school was closed due to snow.

Mom refuses to fly on her birthday. It's true. She so super superstitious about this that she has to work her vacations around the date. Why you ask, does Mom have this silly rule? She doesn't want her entrance and exit dates to be the same! How silly is that?

Dad proposed to Mom on her 30th birthday. He threw a surprise birthday party for her, invited 50 of her closest family and friends, then got down on one knee and proposed in front of everyone. Such pressure! Lucky for Dad, Mom said yes.

Mom is going to spend most of her birthday with me. She says she doesn't want anything for her birthday but I don't believe her. I bought her something special that I think she's going to love, but I can't tell you what it is because I haven't given it to her yet. Tonight, Dad is taking Mom and a bunch of friends out to celebrate at a Mexican restaurant. I hope Mom drinks a lot of margaritas so we can sleep in late tomorrow.