30 Years Young

It happened. Bryan is officially an old man. 30 years caught up to him and now a midlife crisis is inevitably approaching. He actually did have kind of a hard time with the big 3-0 for whatever reason. Luckily he gets to celebrate it with such amazing girls that showered him with gifts.

We went and had dinner and to the delight of all he was able to don a sombrero and do a little dance on the table while balancing his fried ice cream on his head. We were all so impressed that an old thirty year old was able to even climb onto the table let alone cut a rug. Okay, so maybe there wasn't any dancing and balancing but there was delicious fried ice cream and no thirtieth should be with out that. Unfortunately ice cream consumption will now have to be limited because when you turn thirty your metabolism slows and you get fat on your back (believe me I know ALL about this).

Great friends to celebrate with. Nate kept trying to steal Bryan's sombrero and at one point we had a bit of a tug-o-war but he was consoled that when he turns thirty he will probably get to wear a sombrero too. There was a brief slap fight but things resolved quickly. It's always a party with this crowd.

I guess this is where I'm supposed to write thirty ways that I love Bryan but I thought that instead I would write this poem:

Though now you are old

I might be so bold

to tell you that even though

after 7 years of marriage we still live in this tiny condo

I think someday you will make money

and that makes me very happy honey

and that I think that you're great

I would even love you if you gained some weight

You are the best dad

the girls are telling me all the time that you are rad

you make me laugh a lot

and I think you are hot.

I love you Bryan and happy birthday two weeks ago or three or whenever the 31st of March was. I hope you were able to find your car after work today. You know how that mind goes after thirty.

Now enough about Bryan...check out this boo boo I got!

I fell on the ice when there was this random ice storm and being the protective and wonderful mother I am I sustained a major wound while trying to protect Audrey from the brunt of the fall. Now I know there were collective gasps as you viewed that graphic photo but I assure you the scabby nasty itchy is all gone now and I am on my way to a full recovery and I am happy to report that Audrey came away completely unharmed from the aforementioned incident.

And I got the girls some matching leotards on clearance (no I will not tell you where from, don't you judge me). Of course I had to take a picture.