So it happened: I turned 30 on Friday. I'm less okay with it that I thought I would be. But like it or not, 30 is my new age. I think it's the idea of "being in my thirties" with which I'm not fully comfortable. I guess I have ten years to get used to it though. We spent the weekend in West Virginia, after a birthday morning surprise of having the house decorated to celebrate the event. (Bruno was initially afraid to walk through the shiny curtain! See the picture on the far left.) We ate our breakfast of cold baked oatmeal, dropped off the dog at the baby sitter's house, and then began our trip. We had a great time, saw some fun things, did some fun things, and had a nice relaxing time. The fact that I'm extremely tired, well I'm blame that on the age thing.
When we returned on Sunday, I got to pick up my gift sent by my sister. Unfortunately, it wasn't a surprise because while I was talking to my nephew Miles a week ago, he spilled the beans about my new red silicone whisk. Funny boy! It certainly had Emily and me laughing! I was surprised by the silicone scraper however. Thanks em!