Addicted to Ink: April 2008

Welcome to the AARP

I'm trying to be okay with turning 30 soon, I really am.

But getting an AARP invitation in the mail yesterday didn't help. C'mon! I've still got about 70 years before I can retire - especially in this economy!

That being said, some time ago, I made a list of 30 things I wanted to do before I turned 30. As that day rapidly approaches and only God knows where that list is (they say the memory is the first thing to go), I realize that I probably won't publish my first novel, run a marathon, earn another degree, or visit Hawaii in the next 30 days. And I guess I can live with that.

But I have to say that my 20s were -and probably will be - one of my most life-changing decades. I graduated from college. I began my career. I fell in love and got married, and we bought a home, our own furniture, and grown-up stuff like a furnace and a roof and carpet. I traveled outside the U.S. several times. I gave birth to another human being. My family buried my uncle and all four of my grandparents. Each of my siblings were married. My parents moved away from my hometown. The myriad of monumental moments could go on for, well, a really long time.
And so, of course, I wonder what this decade will hold... and I look forward to more moments of laughter, of love, of time spent with family and friends. So - 30's not so bad, right?

Meal time with Little D

Yeah, so Mommy is making me eat my vegetables. I started off with carrots, but my skin broke out, so now I'm trying squash. I hope I'm not allergic to carrots. I liked them! Squash is yummy, too though.

I like my Tony the Tiger bib. It is orange, almost like the squash I was eating. And I refuse to look at the camera.

Eating food is exhausting. Time for my nap!

Mommy says to tell you that these are just cell phone pictures - Daddy is going to take some nice pictures of me soon :)

uh-oh!

there are some traits about me that i hope are passed on to my son: a love for the Lord... a love for people... a love for reading - that kind of thing.

but there are many things that i hope are NOT passed on to my son... especially my lack of coordination and tendency to be a complete klutz. so how much trouble am i in when his first words are "uh-oh"?