30

I'm no longer technically, "in my twenties." Whatever.
At this point, a birthday for me is really just a great excuse to have a weekend getaway with my love. A few things I learned this weekend about being 30.

At 30, even without kids, and with black-out curtains, I still can't sleep in longer than 9.

Little kids can sit and laugh and jump in the massaging chairs at RC Willey without any repercussions. However, if you are 30 and 32, and you spend 40 minutes laughing and moaning in the massage chairs, they will threaten to call the police.

At 30, I can afford a nice hotel.

Even though you might have turned 30, if some stupid girls stand in an open parking spot, to save for their friend's car, at the movies, you can still place your chewing gum under their driver's door handle with the same satisfaction that came in your twenties.


At 30, I am able to appreciate where I am in life. I am so grateful for the funny, super hot guy I am married to, and the great friend, lover, and husband he is to me. I am so smitten with each of my children, and proud of their individual personalities. I love my job, and my friends, and feel very lucky to "have it all," at the ripe young age of 30.

Damn Strep

The boys' have both been on antibiotics for Strep this week, which has been fairly miserable. This morning, Emma woke up screaming, and holding her neck, so we trekked over to Park City to see the Pediatrician. Our usual doctor wasn't available, so I was a little mortified by all the information that Dawson volunteered to the new Doctor. When the doctor came in and inquired about the reason for the visit, Dawson promptly said, "We can't get rid of the damn strep!"
I was a little relieved when the doctor laughed, and even more relieved, that Dawson didn't give her the direct quote. I shushed him, and the doctor started talking to Emma. She told Emma that she liked the little butterflies on Emma's hands, and Dawson immediately spoke up, "My mom has a huge tattoo on her boobo." Obviously, I don't get enough privacy for my morning shower.
Emma ended up having Strep too, but we got her all drugged up. Hell if I am staying home for my birthday weekend.

Mountain Church

Last night Dave and I hit the adult session of Stake Conference, after a delicious prime rib dinner. Initially, we wanted to go to a movie, but neither of us dared to be the one to say out loud, "Let's just go to a movie instead."
After dinner we pulled around to the back parking lot and changed into our church clothes, where I discovered that my skirt did not hide my sweet new tattoo, (I have developed a temporary tattoo addiction, that is getting more severe, the closer I get to 30.) We ended up having an enjoyable time at conference, which I attribute to not having kids with me, and also having a hilarious husband.

This morning I dared to speak the words, "Let's skip church and go for a ride in the mountains." I figured we wouldn't get anything out of church, since Stake Conference is always packed, and my chitlins tend to be a tad wild in church.
We had an incredible time in the mountains. We hiked around for awhile, and came across what I thought was a pipe bomb, hidden in the trees, but upon closer inspection, it was a Geo Cache. Even though we found it without a GPS, we still wrote our names on the roster. It was a beautiful day, and we had a great time with each other.

Kindergarten Cooties

Since Dawson started school last week, we have had a girl issue. The first part of last week, Dawson came home and told us a girl tried to kiss him on the bus. He was appropriately grossed out, and told his teacher, who lectured the class on the rules of the bus, (no kissing), and gave them a talk about being to young to swap spit.

On Thursday, he came home and reported that a big group of girls were chasing him, and he hid at the top of the rocket at recess. He said that he jumped down in the middle of them, and gave them all a "big squeal".

Today, he jumped off of the bus, and practically knocked me over with a big hug. He was so excited because he has found "the one". During the bus ride he said that she was making fun of him for sitting alone, after his buddy had been dropped off. Then she said, "Do you like me?" and Dawson said, "Do you like me?" Then she said, yes, and Dawson said yes. After this story, Dawson said, "Dang, I guess with all these girls liking me, I just keep getting handsomer, and handsomer."

Happy Birthday Jord

Hope you have a good day. I don't know if you are still reading, but if you are, Happy Birthday. I have been thinking about you a lot lately, I wish I knew how you are.

Nightmare on Girl Street

For pretty much Emma's whole first year, I was walking on clouds. I had never had such an easy, sweet tempered baby, who was sleeping through the nights, the first week. She is still an exceptional sleeper, and adapts well to change, but someone has unleashed the attitude in my sweet baby.At her well child check-up, I explained to the Doctor, that our house is completely run by a toddler. It is like we are all walking on egg shells around her. If I tell her "no" about something, she just scrunches up her face, and has a perfect, "I do what I want" look. She can completely hold her own with her big brothers. The other day, we went to lunch and she was constantly after my Diet Coke. She was squawking, and making a huge scene, so I just ordered her own damn Diet Coke. Dave and I just exchanged looks and said that we never would have done that with the boys, we would have taken turns bouncing them outside. We are both aware that we are in a lot of trouble. Maybe it is because she is a girl, maybe it is because she is our last, maybe it's because she is mostly Broadbent.

House Progress

We had a set back this week, when a storm came through and blew our walls over. However, our framer fixed the damage the next day, and now we are really moving. I am so over this rental house and can't wait to be in my new house.

Dylan's First Day of Preschool

Dyl had his first day of preschool today. He loved it, and is excited that his friend, Bentley is in his class. He loves recess, but his favorite part about school, is that he gets to skip his afternoon nap.