I'm old.

I'm not really sure at what age you are supposed to stop telling people how old you are, but I know I'm getting close. I turned 29 yesterday and as my friend Lauren and I decided, "Then we turn 30, and then we are dead." I suppose I need to start wearing those dumb bathing suits with the skirts!

Regardless, I had a great birthday yesterday! Brent finally welcomed me into the 21st century with a Tivo and I already know that life will never be the same. Then last night, while my mom watched the kids, he took me to a really nice restaurant in Historic Savannah called 700 Drayton which is kind of a frou-frou restaurant where there is more plate than food and you almost need a translator to read the menu, but it's my thing and I'm lucky that Brent enjoys it too. The best part of the evening was discovering my new favorite wine. It's a German Riesling called Monchhof (Erden Treppchen, Riesling Auslese 2002) and I swear that I could drink at least a bottle a night for the rest of my life.

Pizza Party Birthday on Friday night with the rents and the squirts. Can you see Wyatt's random molar?

Me and my babies on my 29th birthday!