On Wednesday I turned 31. That sounds so grown up. I am now in my 30s. Geesh. When I was younger I had this idea that I would accomplish amazing things by the time I was 30. You know, like have art hung in galleries throughout the world, a book or two published, things like that. I guess what I have done– being married for nearly 11 years, given birth to 5 kids, lived all over the country– are pretty good things, especially that being married part and having all those little humans. Those books and art gallery exhibitions will just have to wait their turn.
To celebrate my birthday I got to do my favorite thing– walk around outside in an amazingly beautiful place with my very favorite person in the whole universe.
Barry spent part of the week being a judge at the International Science and Engineering Fair in Reno, Nevada. We found a babysitter for the four biggest kids so that Hunter and I could tag along. I had my first casino experience (our hotel was a casino, so we got to walk through it over and over) –not too impressive, just really disorienting and stinky. Other than that, the trip was so relaxing. I got to do things like nap and shop for jeans that actually fit, and best of all drive up the mountain to see Lake Tahoe, the lake of amazing turquoise water.
I didn’t think to bring Hunter a hat. He did have a burp rag on his head most of the time, just not for pictures. You know, having just one baby is a piece of cake. He was so good.
I have a friend who grew up here by Lake Tahoe. Her dad just decided that he needed to raise his family in a cool place, so he packed up his wife and 8 kids, moved to a little town by the lake, and started a business doing accounting. They had a tiny house for such a large family, but there were those mountains and that water– way better than a big house. While we were driving around we tried to figure out how we could get that plan to work out for us. When we got home Barry checked zillow.com. Um, well, I think $3 million- $16 million is a little out of our price range. A girl can dream though, right?
Happy birthday to me!
(All of these photos were shot by Barry, the non-babywearer on this trip.)
