Okay...so I just found out that we celebrated my actual birthday a day late because I was so sick on my birthday. To be fair, I was sick for 5 days that week, so even when we did celebrate it was a bit subdued, but waiting a day gave me a bit more time to feel better and get out of bed. I had fun opening my presents (exclaiming "oh my God!!!" all the time, much to mom's horror) and did MUCH better with the Happy Birthday song when it was just sung by mommy and daddy.
(PS - How cute is the new hat that my Grandma Kay knit me??)