I turned 30 on September 1st. Yes... that's right, 30. I feel 24 and I think it's because I took this quiz on the Internet a few months ago when I was pregnant and bored and it told me that my REAL age is 24. This is due to the fact that I don't smoke, drink rarely, and I lied and said that I exercise moderately. The computer jiggled its garthump and came up with the arbitrary number of 24. So, I feel 24. I'm glad I'm not 24 however because I'm MUCH happier at 30 then I ever was at 24. I have so much to be grateful for: I have a wonderful husband, two sets of family that I love, a great group of friends I've had FOREVER, and a beautiful baby that just took a big ole poo in my lap and is looking sublimely happy. What more could a girl ask for? Not that I wouldn't accept a few belated gifts...
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Tor saying "Hi" from the OR.
Lars looking very "G" in his
hoodie.
Our first hike with Lars on the outside. He slept the whole time. Wish Tor would carry me in a pack.
My baby is now very mad that he is still sitting in his poo while I write this blog. Some people are so demanding!
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Happy late b-day. Little Lars keeps getting cuter and cuter. You're looking great for being a new mom...I think I look like the walking dead for the first year.
Sorry if my long email was too scary. I have that affect a lot of the time. I say WAY too much.
Whoops, I meant, "effect". My grammar continues to get worse.
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