1,2, 30!

I hereby declare myself the newest member of Club Dirty Thirties. 

I have been trying and trying to think about how I feel about turning 30. I haven't really come up with anything profound so I'm still thinking about it. Mostly I just feel birthday about it all. Due to Sandy (that B!) this birthday will be just that much more memorable. We were really blessed and did not lose even one kilowatt hour of electricity. I think I was spared because it was my birthday? I'm chalking it up to that because when it comes to natural disasters, I'll take all the breaks I can get. They frighten me, and with good cause. Amen.

We had a lazy dazy day that started by Dan taking the baby after I nursed him so I could sleep in, and, although he does this every weekend it felt extra special today. Oh Dan, I love you. My thirty year old bones sure needed those extra 90 minutes - it must have been the chill in the air. When I finally stumbled out of bed and was done nursing the baby (again) Dan sent me on a birthday scavenger hunt around the apartment made up of sentimental clues and sweet gifts. In fact, I should have taken a picture of the ordeal. Once we were all geared up we went for a birthday lunch at Panera Bread and then a quick Target trip. And at Target, Jude sat in the cart for the first time!! Jude sitting in the cart seat thing was so exciting that it required us to stop like idiots in the middle of the aisles and take pictures. Perhaps my favorite gift. That boy.

Came home, cleaned up a bit, Jude took a nap, a quick workout, and then friends came over for soup (thanks Cambria!), cake, and ice cream. The cake turned out great, despite the fact that my crumb layer didn't really work and it kind of looked like Cookies'n'Cream frosting, but whatevs. I'm 30 and don't stress out about stuff like that anymore. I made the cake yesterday lest the power go out and I be left without a 30th birthday cake and because of the impending Zombie Apocalypse there was no way I was going to run to the store for more powdered sugar. Instead I just wrote "WTF" on my birthday cake and called it good. You know.

Anyways, I gotta stop this post because I am feeling really narcissistic about it all. Okay. Over. Thirty. Lets do this.