I turned 29 yesterday. I can see why 29 is the age that people continue to claim to be for the rest of their lives -- this is a good time of life! I feel grown up (mostly) but not old, settled but still flexible, still like a beginner at parenthood but not a novice anymore. Of course, I'm also actually really looking forward to 30. It will feel so much more like I'm officially grown up.
In any case, I had a great birthday. It was the ward chili cook-off, and Dot obligingly took a late nap so as to avoid a meltdown from pushing her bedtime back two hours. I submitted chili, but didn't win -- I should have informed all the judges that it was my birthday! But it was a huge batch and got almost entirely eaten, so I feel good about my submission, all the same. We had a great time. It felt so daring to be out of the house past seven. :)
For my birthday, I also ate a METRIC TON of sugar, mostly in the form of chocolate, because I've decided I'm giving up anything with added sugar between now and Thanksgiving. (But I'm not giving up carbs, or things that are BASICALLY just sugar, like honeycrisp apples. Just sugar.) I lost all the baby weight about two months ago, but I've recently started seeing the scale creep back up as Dot's starting eating more solid food and has cut down on milk. And with Halloween coming up, I know that if I don't cut myself off at the pass, it'll only get worse. Besides, how much BETTER will all that pie taste if it's the first dessert I've had in weeks?
I've found that I can have great discipline in refusing to buy or make junk food, but once it's in the house I will devour all of it, immediately. So poor Ben will be kind of going on this sugar fast with me, but he doesn't mind -- he's more of a salt guy, anyway. I suspect Dot will miss the vicarious chocolate. (She was kind of hyper yesterday, and of course looking back I can connect the dots and realize why.) But she'll get over it, I'm sure.
(I made Ben take some official birthday pictures before the day was over. Yay, 29!)