My birthday

Well, today is my birthday - whoo hoo - can't say it's been that grand of a day since the planes struck the WTC but I muddle through none the less. Nicholas didn't have school today since it was parent teacher conference day, so we were able to do some special stuff. We took Sydney to school and then went to a French pasty shop for breakfast (there are WAY TOO MANY of those around here - my hips are finding too many yummy replacements for Dunkin Donuts!). Then we strolled to catch the school bus to head to ASIJ (Nicholas's school). On the way, we stopped in a convenience store and Nicholas was distraught that he couldn't find jelly beans... so we trooped off to the international store where I spent about $4 for a little bag of jelly bellys!

We rode the bus out - icky story about to follow, certainly not one for the weak of tummy, don't say I didn't warn you... we drove by several police and strings of yellow tape. They were all looking up and had cameras, etc - as we drove by, I looked and saw, gulp, a huge circle of red something on the ground - I'm guessing no one poured paint over the balcony. You see, Japan has the highest suicide rate of any country in the world. It's all about the shame they feel when they have dishonored themselves or others. Very sad and I was very happy my son didn't see that!

Anyhoo - we made it to the conference - late due to traffic - but I made it in to tell about my sweet little one - Nicholas played outside for a while AND went to the library to check out some books!

When we picked up Sydney (after a successful ride back on the train and a few new blisters on my feet), we went to Cold Stone Creamery for a treat and then we met Chris at Tony Romas for dinner - came home studied spelling words and listened to Sydney throw a hissy fit and now I'm about to head off to bed -