wait...when's his birthday?

Nothing beats that special day of the year where you celebrate the greatest escape of your life! The day when you finally won your freedom from the womb! For me, today is that day...or is it? So, my mother sent me something on Facebook yesterday for my birthday (that's right, my mom's hip to Facebook). I called her up and asked her why she jumped the gun and sent me something a day early. She informed me that she thought that the app wouldn't send the gift to me until today (I said she was hip to it...not that she's mastered it, ok). What happened next surprised me. My mom said, "When you were younger I did think it was May 5th though!" WHAT?!?!?! How could my own mother get my birthday wrong? She still doesn't know how she mixed it up, but she and my dad thought it was the 5th for a while. Then some friends of theirs visited (thank God, it was actually before my 1st birthday or they would have celebrated on the wrong day) who had a girl on the same day I was born. My mom said to the guy, "It's funny that we both had kids on May 5th," to which the guy responded, "My daughter was born on May 6th." WHOOPS!!! I would like to thank that guy for saving me from a wrongful celebration. This would explain why when I was like 13 and we decided to quiz my dad on our birthdays, he got the other four kids right while he thought mine was May 5th. I've seen my birth certificate, so I know that it is the 6th, but apparently my parents didn't bother to look. So instead of being a cinco de mayo baby, I'm a seis de mayo baby. Birthdays were cooler and more meaningful when you were a kid, but Happy Birthday to me just the same, this SIXTH day of May. Tune in tomorrow to read about what I did for the first time at 1 day old. I promise it's a classic and you won't want to miss it...no joke!