Its my Birthday, its my birthday, its my birthday

I woke up with this song in my head.

Then I sang to Paisley.

She liked it.






Today I am 31. If 30 is the new 20, then really I'm 21. I still feel like me. Wrinkly, sun spots, and baby weight, but still sorta cute. And slightly smarter than when I was 21. Oh what I didn't know then.

Most of my family is in Arizona. Just me and little Paisley Jo this weekend. My little buddy.

My house is so quiet. That is just weird. Except when I blast music in the house.




I had dark chocolate macadamia nuts for breakfast. From Hawaii. Doesn't everything sound better and more exotic if its from Hawaii?

This birthday is already great.

I talked to my sisters, my mom and my dad already. And Jason.

I decided to give my down stairs a makeover. She needed to be prettier. Turns out we spend lots of time there since she holds the tv and computer. And I've been too tired after painting to be nervous in my house without Jason. Bonus. Ikea helped me out. And Lowes. Not finished yet and its a big old mess that I need to put back together before Jason sees it.

Its good to recharge your battery.

Here's the deal. A little peace and quiet was my gift. But those kids give as much to me as I give to them. They are my jewels. My treasure. They love me no matter what (except when I'm mean). They don't care what I look like and always think I'm beautiful. They give the best hugs and say the funniest stuff. I can't wait to see what they are going to be like when they grow up. Even though I've loved this piece of heaven this weekend, I am so lucky to have those little people in my life. I love my life. Crazy and all.
I love the chaos. To me its the sound of a house full of love...and hollering.

My husband is pretty cool himself. I really love him. And he's cute too. And pretty much just painted this room because he hinted that I couldn't do it. Equally impressed that he didn't blink to take the three on his first solo road trip. He is scared of nothing.