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Shhh, notice the cake? Mama, that'd be me, turned 40 last week. As Jerry would say, I don't look a day over 39.

I hate it. I feel it. I hurt.

Cute part is, the boys were too jealous to let me have a birthday all to myself, so I shared mine, which makes it a good thing they're triplets come actual birthdays in June. There are always enough beats to the Birthday song to accommodate everyone: Happy Birthday dear Mama, Tsega, Bereket, and Seeeeera . . .

Hey, don't be all like, man she's old! You are getting older just as fast as me.


Relax. Yes, my hand is where you think it might be, but my mom took the picture in front of children so it can't be that R-rated. ;)



This is something I do when I see a camera pointing at me. I angle my head so that I have this sort of angelic quality and not so much the used up 40 around the eyes thing.

Yeah, I'm one of those old new moms and that's OK. :)