From 30 to 16

I decided it was time to get a Utah license (I have to take baby steps even though we have lived in Utah for 5 months I am still not quite ready to accept that I left the GREATEST state ever). Joel and I went to go get the new licenses yesterday--I was actually kinda happy to get a better picture then the one I currently have--I look about 12. We were there forEVER, I wasn't aware that I was going to have to take a test. It was open book but even still I felt like I had to verify every question the whole time thinking if I failed the test I would have to have Joel be my chauffeur.

The other night we were eating dinner. All my kids (and lets be honest even me) have a hard time sitting in the chairs around the table because they roll. One second Nate was sitting at the table eating and the next he was on the ground. I looked up and all I could see was his little hand thrown up like he was at a rock concert and he was saying, "That was awesome." It was great.

Speaking of Nate he is quite a random child. He was asking me about something my father had made me when I was young, he asked me if I thought Ronald (my father and yes that is what he called him not grandpa) could make him one. While my Mom was here over the weekend he asked her the same thing, everyone got a good chuckle over it but I honestly don't know that he realized why it was funny.

My Husband Rocks

So I was trying to have a good attitude about my birthday--and for the most part I did. But as my birthday came I was missing my family and AZ friends and kinda just feeling blah (granted I spent the whole morning cleaning and who wants to do that on their birthday). Joel got home from work late and even though I wasn't really in the mood we went out to Texas Roadhouse (YUMMY YUMMY) for dinner. We took the kids to Wal-Mart after dinner (they wanted to spend their allowance and I was a little surprised but Joel thought it would be a good end to the night). When we got home I went down into the basement and hiding there was 4 of my sisters and my Mom. I had jokingly told Joel that for one of my other sisters 30th birthdays we had all gotten together. I totally did not mean that as any sort of a hint but he arranged (LYING a whole lot to me for example he sat around at work for 1 1/2 hrs just wasting time giving my family more time to get here and calls/texts that were supposedly from friends were really from my family members) for everyone to come up.

Besides the fact that we have WAY too much birthday cake left (I made one, Joel bought one and then my family bought one also) it was the perfect weekend. Lots of talking, games and a pedicure. My husband is great for planning it and my family is great for making the 7-10 hr drive (one way) to come see me for a short weekend.

Since I have moved up here I have become slightly obessed with digital scrapbooking. It is nice because it has given me something to do. My sister and I thought we should try to make our own paper and we just released our first free kit. If you want to take a look click here

The countdown has begun

Only 17 more days left in my 20's. I gave Joel such a hard time about turning 30 (and the fact that he was having a hard time with it) that I deserve all the comments I have been getting lately. He points out almost daily that my birthday is coming up. I don't really have that much of a problem with it, 30 has just always seemed old and I don't feel old.

Cole was sick on Friday but refused to take any medicene. He slept and drank lots of Tang and the next day he was fine. He was so proud of himself and informed me that he was magic and never needed medicene again--great.

We had parent teacher conference last week and both my kids teachers had great things to say about them. Nate's teacher ranted and raved about what a good listener he was--kinda funny because that is the area I really struggle with him.

My children have found the joys of being little boys. Every night at dinner they show me their newest wounds, we have had a lot of bruised and scrapped knees and elbows. A hurt chin and some slivers. They love to play outside and seem to think it is worth the cost.