Last week marked my 33rd birthday. 33? How on earth can I be that old? My brothers alternately complimented me at my big family birthday dinner the Sunday before - one asking how it felt to be 38 and the other telling me that I was the grumpiest person he'd ever known. Nice, right? Luckily my Mom made me feel better with delicious raspberry cheesecake dessert.
My own family more than made up for it on the big day. Conner made me an awesome solar oven, Bella drew me a super-cute card, and everyone pretty much doted on me all day long. Shane gave me two super cute graphic tees, a huge bag of Dove milk chocolate, and an upcoming sushi lunch date. He also took the day off and changed all the diapers. I got my hair colored and cut in the morning, ate pizza with Shane and the boys for lunch, came home and took an awesome nap, followed by an amazing steak, corn on the cob, a baked sweet potato with cinnamon butter (a-la Ruby River) and chocolate volcano cake that Chance made. MMMM! The next day we got up, finished preparations, and headed out to Lake Powell - which deserves its own picture post. However, I have to share the cutest thing ever first:
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