My big kids woke me up with homemade cards while my little one woke me up with some lovely warm puddles of pee and spit-up. I managed to take a long shower, uninterrupted, and even detangled my hair (which I've cut about 6 inches off of). My day was ordinary, as it's been for the past 11 years. Once you get to 21, there isn't much else to celebrate. I pushed the kids through their lessons, changed 100 diapers, changed my clothes a few times (so much cheesy spit-up OMG), crocheted a bit on Francesca's gift, washed a load of laundry, and visited with Emily.