My Thirtieth Birthday

I have to admit, I really have not been looking forward to turning thirty.  It sounds so different to be in your twenties than in your thirties.  By the time you are in your thirties, you are expected to be a responisble and dependable adult.  There is no more goofing off and living  carefree life.  No my husband reminds me that with two children, we have pretty much been living this life for the past five years.  I know that, but it just sounds different.

So, the day started off pretty normal.   Jeremy had to be at work early this morning, so I had to get up with the kids just like every day.  I decided to treat myself with some cinnamon rolls (of the Pillsbury variety).  The are yummy, but very easy to make. :)  Mikayla insisted that I eat on “her” special birthday plate.    We started the tradition of the “Special Red Plate” on her birthday last year, so I guess I can sort of see her point. 

When I was washing the plate after breakfast (yes, normal mundane things done here today), I noticed that the plate tradition was started in 1979, the year I was born.  I thought that was kind of neat.

Well, after Mikayla let me take a birthday nap this afternoon, we met my family at Longhorn’s Steakhouse for a very yummy birthday dinner.  The waitress was nice and brought some ice cream for me afterwards, but didn’t do the horribly embarassing sing-a-long.  I was very happy to have escaped that!

Do you like the Over the Hill balloon?

    Every year, my Mom makes my wedding cake for my birthday.  When Jeremy and I were married, a friend of my mom’s who was a pastry chef before she had children, made our cake.  She gave my mom the recipe for the cake and frosting.  That was my absolute favorite cake, so I always request it for my birthday. 

So, all in all, I had a nice birthday.  It was pretty relaxing and spent with my wonderful family.  That always makes for a great birthday.