Ms. Michelle is three years old. It's crazy to think about really. I also had the realization that it's almost been four years since Kyle and I met. That's an odd thought.
 Michelle had a really fun birthday party. I personally didn't take any pictures. I know that my mother inlaw and Mary did though. So that's cool by me. A day or so before Michelle's party I got these disposable buffet style serving heating tray that originally were bought to be used at our wedding so I decided to make homemade pesto pasta along with roasted veggies. I decided on this because I thought some of the adults may not want sugary cupcakes to eat. The pesto pasta was a huge hit. My sister and her family were able to come this year. I am glad that they did. Ray, my nephew seemed to be having a bad day and was acting out and being rude. He can't really help it though because he was a drug baby and has many developmental issues. At one point he was tormenting my cat and frightened him pretty bad. My older brother Ryan didn't make it to Michelle's birthday party. Neither did my dad, Hilary, Ruth (though the boys did come for a few minutes), Raeanne, or Mo & Joe. Elizabeth obviously didn't make it either since she just had a baby about a month ago. I was sick and zombie like for the entire party. Kyle stayed in the dinning room socializing like he always does when we have a party of any kind rather than focusing on Michelle where he should have been. He's been on my nerves all fucking day. Yesterday too. Especially yesterday. He always seems to be confrontational whenever his mother is around. Like he's trying to prove he's a man or something. It's really fucking dumb. Anyways, I am sick and don't feel good  and I need to do homework today before I tell Kyle something.