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.