7 and 37

Big weekend at the Whoorl household. D and I celebrated our 7-year anniversary on Saturday, and I turned 37 on Sunday. (Love all the sevens, by the way. Let’s hope that means a lucky year lies ahead!)

Southern California had a rainy weekend, which truthfully could not have made me happier. Chilly, fall weather? Yes, please!

Although the skies were stormy, it was all sunshine around these parts.

Saturday morning started with warm cinnamon rolls and tons of bacon.

Around noon, the clouds parted, and the sun came out in full force. We hopped in the car and drove to the park.

(Yes, it seems we were attempting a rainbow spectrum with the outfit. It’s what I like to call Laundry Day Attire.)

7 years! Best years of my life, D.

Sunday morning, I awoke to many surprises, the biggest of which coming from Wita. You see, Wita is a Daddy’s Girl on all counts. Wita LOVES her daddy. When D brought her into our bedroom to wish me a happy birthday, the strangest thing happened. Instead of giving me the usual half-assed hug and jumping back into Daddy’s arms, she just held on to my neck, followed by 30 minutes of cuddling in bed. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? WHO TRAINED HER TO DO THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY? I don’t know, but I’ll take it.

I was then greeted by the most handsome little man I’ve ever seen, donning a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas.

Now, it’s a really good thing this kid handed me some flowers, because what came out of his mouth about ten minutes later almost got him shipped to the orphanage. Wito is the epitome of a glass half-full, happy-go-lucky kid. Truly, he has nothing but nice things to say about everyone around him. This usually includes me, with the sweetest compliments coming out of his mouth on a frequent basis.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table, he sauntered over, looked at me and said, “Mommy, I think your mouth is going to fall off.” I looked at him in confusion, and asked what he meant. He stared at my face, pointed to my laugh lines, and said, “You have a big crack right there, and it looks like your mouth is going to fall off.”

OMG. ON MY 37TH BIRTHDAY. BIG CRACK. FACE FALLING OFF. Thank you, Wito. Needless to say, we had quite a laugh.

(After I shot about 8 vials of Botox into my face.)

(Just kidding.)

(Although I’m tempted.)

In an attempt to stop my incessant staring at MY FACE CRACKS, D reminded me of another little gift.

Oh, yes. Black suede, cork platform, 4 1/2-inch heels. YES. (Look! The cork has cracks in it! JUST LIKE MY FACE.)

So, yes. 37 is here. And you know what? All joking aside, I couldn’t be happier, cracks and all.

We finished the day with a trip to Pizzeria Mozza.

Fried ricotta squash blossoms, greens with the most delicious lemon vinaigrette, incredibly hoppy beers (my favorite!), savory pizzas, and the kicker, a butterscotch budino with caramel sauce and Maldon sea salt. Perfect ending to a perfect birthversary weekend. Happy happy!

  1. agirlandaboy

    November 7, 2011 at 10:49 am

    Sounds brilliant, cracks and all. :)

  2. Jill Browning

    November 7, 2011 at 10:50 am

    Congrats to you on all accounts!!

  3. Neda

    November 7, 2011 at 10:57 am

    Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary! Such a sweet post. I can’t get enough of Pizzeria Mozza and so happy it opened up in OC. I agree, budino is amazing! :)

  4. Beth

    November 7, 2011 at 11:07 am

    What shoes are those? Love them!

    • whoorl

      November 7, 2011 at 2:10 pm

      They are by Charles David. :)

  5. Caroline Cohenour

    November 7, 2011 at 11:21 am

    Sounds PERFECT. Love you!

  6. slynnro

    November 7, 2011 at 11:32 am

    NOT THAT YOU NEED IT, but uh, ask me about Juvederm. I uh, have a friend who had it done recently.

    • whoorl

      November 7, 2011 at 2:10 pm


      • slynnro

        November 7, 2011 at 2:27 pm

        It doesn’t hurt at all! Says my friend.

  7. Seriously Sassy Mama

    November 7, 2011 at 11:35 am

    I see pictures of your hair and it reminds me what mine used to look like before I chopped it all off!

  8. gorillabuns

    November 7, 2011 at 12:00 pm

    I’m so glad you had a great weekend. I too have some massive cracks between my eyes that I just HAVE to get fixed because I look downright mean!

    • whoorl

      November 7, 2011 at 2:10 pm

      Mine are HORRIBLE between my brows!

  9. Rhi

    November 7, 2011 at 12:05 pm

    Happy belated birthday and anniversary! And, I hope your mouth does not fall off anytime soon :-)

  10. Amy

    November 7, 2011 at 12:20 pm

    Happy Happy birthday Whoorl! I spent my bday din at Mozza last week as well. It did not disappoint!

  11. Torrie @ a place to share...

    November 7, 2011 at 12:38 pm

    we’ve earned every freakin’ crack.

    =) sounds like it was truly THE perfect weekend (esp the end).

  12. Kerri Anne

    November 7, 2011 at 12:56 pm

    So! glad your day was so lovely. Here’s to seven more of the best years. And then seven more after that, and seven more after that, and, well, you get the idea.

    Sending love (and tasty beer) from PDX, as always.

  13. Angella

    November 7, 2011 at 1:52 pm

    Oh, Wito. Out of the mouths of babes… :)

    Sounds like perfect weekend, which you more than deserve, beautiful friend. Happy, happy!

  14. Mama Bub

    November 7, 2011 at 1:59 pm

    Please tell me you gave yourself the birthday gift of a sitter so you could enjoy your dinner! (Is it obvious I’m projecting my recent restaurant woes a little?)

    Happy birthday/anniversary!

    • whoorl

      November 7, 2011 at 2:11 pm

      Oh girl, you know it! Babysitter on Friday AND Sunday!

  15. sizzle

    November 7, 2011 at 2:24 pm

    That sounds like a really lovely weekend. Wito might think my eyes are going to fall out given all my laugh lines. ;-) Oh kids!