The Big Three-Oh

I haven't been all that excited about my thirtieth birthday. I mean, I know that thirty is the new twenty and all (right? anyone?), but I think I would have preferred to stick with the actual twenties. But after I received the thirty balloons from my college friends Nicole & Dana, I couldn't pretend it wasn't happening anymore. Thanks gals for the maize 'n blue visual display of exactly how old I am. Just what I needed ;)

> Of course, it didn't take long before balloon warfare broke out in the house, and it kept the monsters thoroughly entertained.

Unfortunately, the past few days our youngest monster has been sick. I'm starting to think we should have named him Ralph, if you catch my drift. He hasn't kept much down for the past two days, and he already looks thinner to me. Doesn't he know how hard we work for those ounces and pounds?! But how can I be upset with this little face.

And look at how he puts up so patiently with his crazy big sister.

Love that crazy girl too! :)

Old lady, signing off.