It comes but once a year

Okay, I'm 26- It's official. 

The first sign of celebration came in the mail from good old 

Southwest Airlines Rapid Rewards and my Allstate Insurance agent. 

That was kind of depressing. 

Just kidding. 

No really, it was sort of lame . . . but funny, though. 

But after that things got much better.

On the anniversary of my birth (February 20th, 1983) 

I cam home from work to this delicious cake, 

made by my cute Top Chef husband:

I was SO happy to eat cake off my Happy Birthday plate (below).

I made this plate and painted on that cup cake with NO stencils. 

(I'll give you a moment to soak in my 

awesomeness . . . okay that's enough soaking)

My kids will eat off this same plate on their

 birthdays one day, and think of how crafty and 

awesome their mom is while they are eating off it. 

(Hmm, I guess I better not have twins since 

there is only one awesome plate made by "mom")

Birthday Present Wonderland:

Then Robbie took me to this yummy New Orleans style restaurant:

Heaven on Seven. So good. 

I'd been wanting to try it- and he remembered

all on his own! Good husband-ing skills!

He especially liked all the crazy hot sauces. 

Especially the ones that had "ass" on them.

Cheesy "Celebration in Restaurant" picture:

Then we walked around and Robbie took me to use 

some of my birthday gift cards. We rented Changeling 

(even though Angelina Jolie is my nemesis) 

and  snuggled.  Aww, perfect!