My late 30's and sand

Today I am officially in my late 30th, yup I'm 37. Age never bothers me even though I am starting to do that thing where you figure out how old you'll be when your kid will reach some milestone. Oy. Michy stressed about what to get me but she doesn't realize that I really don't need a gift. Not to say that my birthday isn't important to me, it is, I love my birthday. I want to have a happy day, with people being nice but gifts aren't the important part. The boys have a gift for me which I will receive later. We are going out to dinner tonight to Thai Thai with mom, dad, Rob and Kate. Michy told me that she gave the best birthday gift idea to my parents cause her not to have any other ideas. I can't wait to see what I get.

We had a great weekend! Went to the beach on Saturday, decided to try Seven Presidents this time, it was wonderful there (thanks Leslie)! The beach was clean, they had great a great bathhouse and food that you would actually want to eat. The majority of the food surprisingly wasn't fried and you could even get a salad, oh, and it wasn't really expensive either. Both of the boys had an amazing time. Sam got braver, he went into the ocean past his waist and fearless Isaac sat and let the surf envelope him. They played in the sand, digging and building. Isaac at one point ate a handful of sand. Michy and I talked about just how much sand is bad for a baby. I think we decided that he would stop, who likes to eat sand? He did chew on several of the shovels and pail handles that were covered with it. He didn't seem to care. When we got home he and I took a shower together prior to our meeting my parents for theatre in the park. So Sunday he wakes up with a poop, yes it was mostly sand. It was so much sand I had to give him a bath. Very strange. He didn't seem to mind.