36

36 sounds old. But I don’t feel old, really. Weird. Today was an interesting birthday. When I was gone at his mom’s house, Taylor told me about a dissertation boot camp that he learned about that was happening this weekend. Then he remembered it was my birthday so he said he wouldn’t go. I convinced him that what I really wanted for my birthday was for him to go to Claremont and work on his dissertation. I was totally serious. So he went. Today was the first Sunday (because we were in St. George last week) of 9:00 church. We were only 5 minutes late, so I call that success. I even curled London’s hair. I’m pretty sure I now qualify for the super mom status. I’m just trying to get used to doing her hair every day because after this lice episode, I vowed to never let her wear her hair down to school again. Speaking of school, I think the best birthday gift this year will be sending my kids back to school in the morning. It’s been a long 3 weeks. 

So after church, we came home and made pizza. Then London made cupcakes for my birthday, all by herself. Needless to say, it was kind of messy, but I was grateful for the help. We also made homemade ice cream, so good food all around. My kids spent the whole afternoon singing and dancing. It was very cute, but I don’t think I’ll get the songs from “Into the Woods” out of my head for a very long time and I haven’t seen the movie OR the musical. Ever. The best part of my day was how sweet my kids were to me. There really was minimal fighting and lots of love. I think that’s a good way to celebrate 36 years of life.