I was born 32 years ago today

I totally don't remember being born. You'd think I'd remember such an important day. I mean hello? It's not like I was so busy that I didn't have time to snap a few photos on that day. Sure, the light in the hospital room wasn't that great. But compared to the prenatal lighting situation, it was perfect lighting.

I wonder if so many people seem to go the born-again route because they don't remember being born the first time. If you remembered it the first time around, you might not need to go through the whole thing again.

I called my mom to ask her about my birth yesterday, and during the course of the conversation, she told me that I got really constipated when she switched me from breast milk to formula. She said that "was just between you and me." Sorry mom. And don't feel bad about it. You taught me an important lesson. Eat your vegetables! Soymilk is not enough.

And thanks for giving birth to my nearly 10 pounds of flesh and bones. And sorry that I was yellow and had to hang out in the hospital an extra day. I must have been playing with that yellow crayola marker in eutero during birth. And with all that pushing, I probably forgot to put the cap on the marker, and so I got covered in yellow ink. Ooops.