Blogging Slacker

What is it about Christmas Break that makes it impossible for me to post? For some reason every time I sit down to write something about it, I can't. I'm too tired from all the running around, and then there's too many fun things to blog about, and too many awesome pictures to go through and try to pick out ones to post. Anywho, I'm not feeling any more inclined today, especially since it's my birthday and I'm turning 26. 26. That sounds like an adult. Yikes. When did that happen? I was thinking about how it's been 20 years since I had my magic birthday, and my mom took me to the mall to get my ears pierced. I was so terrified that my mom had to take me into a store with a dressing room and we had to say a prayer so I would have the guts to go have some lady put a little jewelry gun to my ear and shoot. I wouldn't leave the mall though, until my ears were pierced. It's a little girl's right of passage. My ears were sore for the rest of the day, but I picked out little silver heart earrings. Can I possibly be old enough to say that something happened 20 years ago and I remember it? Then I was thinking about how 10 years ago I came home after having dinner with my friends and my sisters and mom had FILLED our house with people for a massive surprise 16th birthday party. I've probably never been that red. Eight years ago today, my cousin Kaisa took me snowboarding for the first time. I had been at an all night Make-a-wish fundraiser, and hadn't slept, but it was pretty much awesome. I had to drink about a liter of Dr. Pepper just to get myself home without crashing, but I'll never forget my first time on the slopes. Five years ago, my husband of 5 months threw me a surprise party. I'd spent most of the day laying on the couch or throwing up since I was 3 months pregnant with my first baby. 3 years ago we signed the papers to buy our first home on my birthday. My dad called me that evening to wish me happy birthday and when I told him we'd just signed the contract to buy our house he said, "a house for your birthday, that's a pretty good gift." I thought so too. This year, I'm not really sure what we'll end up doing, but I am grateful for another year on this earth. I'm grateful that I get to play with my 3 favorite kids today, and hang out with my favorite guy tonight. I'm probably going to have birthday pie, and wish my kitchen table a happy first birthday. (Craig bought me that beautiful baby last year for my birthday.) I think I've decided that 26 feels good.