Kelly Smith Weblog Aficionado: Just a guy vs. Life

This morning I woke up when the baby monitor let me know that my little Alex was unhappy. I woke up went upstairs to the nursery and removed her from her little crib. After a few moments of fussing she calmed down and started sucking her thumb. I put a bottle on the warmer and changed her diaper. After a few attempts at singing pattycake, and a few other songs she let me know that it was time to eat. After she had her first bottle she was ready to go back to sleep. I walked bakc to my room and the next thing I heard was two pair of feet scrambling down the steps. Devon and Robbie came into the room singing Happy Birthday, after they finished they gave me a card that was signed by them and Alex. Something else, huh? After that Renee gave me a card and wished me a Happy Birthday as well. There is no birthday better than one that is shared with your family. I'm not sure what the rest of the day will hold for me, but I am looking forward to it. Now it is time to logoff the computer and play with the kids. Happy 31 to me.

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