St. Patrick’s Day is my birthday (hence the name Patti Jo).

The night before my birthday, Colter said, “Brett, come here.” whisper, whisper, whisper

Brett said, “Dad, come here.” whisper, whisper, whisper

Mom said, “If you really want to give me a birthday present, you’ll let me sleep-in in the morning, and not have to wake up super early to have birthday breakfast cake (which you haven’t made yet) with Dad before he goes to work.”

Brett said, “How did you know what we were talking about, Mom?”

All you moms out there will just smirk with me. How did I know? I’m the Mom, that’s how I know!

So, they did let me sleep in. And instead of birthday breakfast cake, Brett made me these blueberry pancakes:

They were “super yummm!”

In case you are wondering how old I am, I am this old:

Happy Birthday, Me! 🙂