Good Sunday morning! Those of you who are daily email subscribers are getting a peek at my new logo, and it should be up here on the blog soon.
And have you noticed the new categories on my home page? I’m trying to make it easier to find my most popular features. My newest posts are still at the top, because I know that most people prefer to see the latest and I don’t want to mess with that! But I thought it would be fun to add a few categories down below.
Once everything is up and running, I’ll be sending out a reader survey to get your feedback. It’s my top priority to make sure that the user experience is pleasant. I can’t stand it when I go to a blog and I can’t find a way to share the posts or to contact the blogger, and in my opinion, there’s nothing worse than sites that load slowly or have pop-ups covering the content. So if you ever see that sort of thing happening here, PLEASE let me know so I can take care of it.
If you’re wondering what the title of the post is all about, my kids all have fall birthdays — one in October, one in November, and the clincher . . . one on Christmas Eve. On top of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas, it’s pure craziness. I mean, just kill me slowly, whydontcha!??
So this weekend was the first in the series. We have a way of spreading out our birthday celebrations. I love birthdays. I am all for celebrating the whole month long.
Friday night was R’s actual birthday so we had a few family presents and then went out to dinner by way of Sweet & Sassy (she requested feathers, and who am I to deny a 9-year-old her feathers!??)
And last night we celebrated with a family party. She is such a hoot, this one. She loved every minute of being the center of attention. I just wish someone had the presence of mind to move that stinkin’ wine glass before they started snapping pictures.
We had 10 people and 6 dogs in our house last night. It was quite the event. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to keep dinner simple, with meatball sandwiches and a salad so I wasn’t standing in the kitchen all day. You know, people have just as good of a time when you keep it simple as they do when you go all out with the fancy recipes. Sometimes keeping it simple is the way to go.
So that’s one down and two to go. When all is said and done, I will have a 9-year-old, a 12-year-old and a 15-year-old. It hardly seems possible.