i'm 30, yes i am.

i had dreams of the big 3-0 starting a while back. i started planting ideas in the husbands brain. then last independence day i sparked the grandest idea. how about fly above the city and mountains in a giant balloon. it was perfect, grand, and exciting enough to truly represent 30 years, and to kick off the next 30.

but then turns out i was going to be approximately 9 months pregnant on may 8th. i've only heard they don't recommend flying at that stage...

and thus, the balloon plot was foiled, at least temporarily. and i started trying to conjure up 30th worthy, pregnancy acceptable ideas..

but as it approached, i just couldn't muster up the ideas. there was nothing grand and exciting enough to warrant the energy to put it together. i mean, if it wasn't going to be good, and if i didn't really care, why bother tiring my already ever tiring self?

apparently, this is not okay. lazy is not a good way to celebrate ones-self. as my dear girls learned of my lazy 30th fate, they took the plans into their own hands.

reliving a kidnapping experience from a birthday a decade ago, they kidnapped me. straight up had bobby drop me off at a local gas station-kidnapped me.

we dined.

photo by meesh- just sad she wasn't in it!

did i mention that i totally have a hankering for this almost crushed ice stuff lately? i seriously fill my water cup and eat it with a spoon...

we went to a local craft fair.

it is only there you could find such a horrific birthday crown.

to give the local fair credit- there were many lovely and delightful things other than the gaudy crown....

we ate some yummy yogurt-
and discovered the handiness of the shelf.

and forgive me, but i never think i'm really that big until i see photos like this and think, oh goodness! i feel like that belly holds 5 bebes and apparently a yogurt...

editors note: these photos are too hilarious to me not to be included. however, that being said, and regardless of how kind your comments are, i just feel darn right unattractive in them and thus can make them as small as i want to!

and then i was delivered back to a parking lot to rendezvous with the husband, who had been up to some grand scheming of his own.

he filled the house with balloons, ribbons and flowers, got a smorgasbord of my favorite thai foods, and then set us up to eat in our very own backyard.
and he stayed outside with me for as long as i wanted. it was beautiful and grand. i couldn't stop telling him how much i loved it.

see our pinata? yep- its a hot air ballon. that adventure is still gonna happen someday!

and he sang me a happy birthday solo with a giant piece of carrot cake.

good times. good times. and now to start the next and most exciting decade so far...