Age is just a number right?

I finally, FINALLY got around to watching the SATC movie tonight. It came out the day after I had the baby and I just never got around to it. I was a little disturbed at a few things. Why did everyone look so tall and skinny? And not just the women. It's like it was shot in some weird frame or something. And everyone looked so old. Does this mean that I'm old? Does this mean that I have to accept the fact that these gray hairs on my head are really there? Why did they look so old? And if I am going to have to start looking old I at least want to look as skinny as they do. Overall I liked the movie but it wasn't as wonderful as I had hoped it to be. I will however probably watch it 100 times when it shows up on cable. Or has it already and I've missed that too? I'm telling you if it's not programmed to be saved on my DVR I just don't see it anymore.

For the purposes of this blog we are going to call my oldest son Squail. I haven't come up with a name for the baby yet. For those of you who know me (not like anyone is actually reading this blog anyway...) you'll understand where Squail came from. The rest of you can just rack your brains and try to figure it out :)

So, tonight at dinner Squail said "Mommy, let's do cheers" and held his cup up to toast me. He had the biggest grin EVER on his face and he was so very proud of himself. He cracks me up. I guess this is something he learned at school but I think it's funny and we should somehow institute a nightly thing for it. I loved it.