Happy 32nd Birthday, Mel!

Well, it's official. I turned 32 on March 6 this year. Joe sprung for a mini-shopping spree at the mall in the afternoon for some new post-pregnancy clothing and an evening at the Westin downtown where we had dinner and met up with the Schwebels for some fun at Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar.

I had my first-ever shot of Goldschlager (wow!) and got more than a little toodled.

We stumbled back to the hotel and spent our first night away from the munchkin. I didn't call to check on him once (Oma and Opa Mulvaney graciously came to stay and watch Will overnight for us.) It was a perfect birthday.