Twenty Something Non-Single White Female

I woke up Wednesday morning to the following voicemail:

"Holy crap, I almost forgot to say happy birthday, ha ha ha!

Uh, I believe you are 24...right? Yeah 24. 

Cause I'm 5 1/2 years older, not 6 1/2 years older...right?

Well, I hope I'm right, because if not I'd be a horrible brother.

Anyway, I love you.

I'm just gonna bring your birthday gift this Saturday, if that's all right with you...well of course it is because you don't have any choice, ha ha ha.

Anyway, I love you. Bye!"

I see how it is. 

For the record "horrible brother", you are 6 1/2 years older...and I am the ripe old age of 23.

But after I turned twenty, I stopped counting too.

Good thing I've got sweeties in my life to make even a forgettable age feel special.

My mom drove in Tuesday night, and the three of us stayed up late playing games and talking, as we are prone to do.

As all truly excellent days do, my birthday began with a foot massage.

After I fed Lydie, I came downstairs to find my mom and Kyle in the kitchen making me breakfast.

Lydia really appreciated it.
My mom discovered that the goofy girl likes OJ.

Look at that concentration...just you try prying that cup out of her hands.

And yeah...I sleep in cute clothes. Pretty sure that's my brother-in-law Cory's mission shirt.

Next on the agenda was mani/pedis with my mom.

But I took my sweet time working out, showering, and opening gifts. So spa day has been postponed to Thanksgiving. I think I speak for all mothers when I say that getting to take a long, hot shower and apply makeup without having to pick up your kid after every 3 mascara strokes IS a spa day.

*By the way, one of those bags held my camera and another held a bouncy ball. Ha ha. (uh...thanks, honey?)

So I didn't get quite as many presents as this picture would make it seem.

Tawny popped by with a sweet gift and this super yummy cookie.

I know it's normal chocolate chip, but there is something to be said for a cake-sized cookie.

None of us could keep our hands off of it.

I felt it was sweet of Lydia to wear her cupcake onesie in honor of my birthday.

She's a thoughtful lass.

Generation Picture

Lydia was the only one aware that this shot was being taken. I think it's a keeper.

Kyle took the day off of school and we left for an early dinner at Paradiso, a beyond AMAZING Mediterranean restaurant. I'm going to go out on a limb for now, and say it may be my new favorite place to eat.

Then it was on to our surprise destination...
A pottery making class! Kyle had scheduled a 3 hour session of clay sculpting goodness.

Perhaps the biggest surprise of the evening was how fond of pottery this boy turned out to be.

I've always known that Kyle likes trying new things, but I had no idea he was so into his artistic side.

He's already talking about going back. Cutie.

It was seriously SO much fun having this time away alone together.

Our instructor said we acted like newlyweds.

That's what happens when you get to leave your squeak behind for 4 hours.

I told Kyle not to buy me flowers this year.

But, he always does.

Rick & Rhonda, you raised him right.

My brother and sister drove down on Saturday to celebrate my birthday watch BYU football.

And, of course, to spend time with their favorite niece.

They made it just in time for our ward luncheon.

We spent the rest of the day outside going on walks, playing frisbee, and throwing around the football.

Ohhhh yes.

2 of my very favorite girls, right here.

Lyd got to rock out in her new toy (thank you freecycle) while Steve treated us to Thai food before the big game. And this just in...Lydia LOVES Thai noodles. Probably shouldn't be feeding her that...oh well.

It was a fabulous birthday week. Thank you to all who made it so special!