More b-day pics

Jeremy went, too.

Me and my wonderful husband!Me and my brother, "uncle G," who flew in from Utah to be there.

P. drove us home that night.

I really wish I would have taken pictures of all the friends who went there that night. But I was too busy talking to them to think about my camera. Hopefully I'll get some pictures from my family. Like the one where A. and I were blowing out our b-day candles. Oh, and my friend Amy was there with her family. She was my best friend when I was little, and also my maid of honor. And a friend from high school, and some friends from Davis, etc. My mom was thoughtful in inviting my best friends who would most likely not be able to come, and I'm glad to know that she invited them anyway. There were a couple of friends who, sadly, weren't invited, but I guess that's bound to happen when you don't make your own guest list! I'm thankful for all the effort, time, and money, my mom put into all of this.

I'm 30 years old now

Getting ready to leave for the surprise party my mom ended up throwing for me!

That's me with my college roommate, Lorelei. We lived in the "Spanish House" together in the Foreign Language Housing , although it was actually an apartment, and she wasn't in my actual room with me. :)

I felt so special that they would drive sooo long from Eureka to come celebrate my birthday. (Itamar also lived in the Foreign Language Housing, but in the "Portuguese House.")

Me and A. with my oldest brother and his wife.

Me and my brothers (the oldest is on the right, and then my younger brother is on the other side of me, and then my youngest brother is in the far left of the picture).

A.'s b-day and D.'s first soccer game

D.'s first soccer game


We put a candle in A.'s pizza to celebrate his 33rd b-day! (Sep 4)

playing

P. randomly puts things on all day.
The "mall" in Woodland.

My Dad's B-day

August 30
This is the only pic I have of that night where my mom's in it.
Here's a flattering pic of my brothers and sister-in-law at Red Robin.
Undoubtedly my dad's making a wierd face because of my strange brother.

P.'s trying to sneak a bite.

First Day of Kindergarten and Second Grade!

Congratulations, D.! We made it to your first day! And you did great!
I.'s in second grade now! I can't believe it!
P. wanted his picture taken, too!
This next pic was D.'s 3rd day of school, although it felt like her 2nd because she was throwing up in the morning of her actual 2nd day of school, and couldn't go. The woman in the picture is a fantastic lady that I worked with when I was a yard duty (I'm not going to do that this year). She's also a teacher's aide, and I'm happy to know that she'll be helping out in the class.

D.'s first school lunch (we get it on our way out--I do it because it's free, since we're poor).

So the awesome news was that we got exactly the teachers we wanted. Especially for D., we had been praying all summer long. It meant a lot because it could have affected her entire school experience. That might sound a little extreme, but it's really not. She got the morning class with Mrs. Wilhelm (the teacher I. had) and the afternoon teacher is there all the time aiding the morning teacher, then they switch later. The afternoon teacher happens to be Mrs. Horowitz, whom I. had in first grade! How blessed am I?! We absolutely loved her, and it works out awesome because she doesn't have to be paying attention to the whole class at once since she's not the main teacher at that time, so she has been able to give D. some personal attention which has been much appreciated! Really, I could not go on enough about how wonderful, awesome, and fantastic this experience has already been, and I couldn't use enough exclamation marks!!!!!! I get teary everytime I think about how truly blessed I have been. I am very, very happy. D. was so sad not to go to the second day, and was thrilled to go on the 3rd day. Then we had to have this long weekend... :) She keeps asking when she gets to go back. Seriously, people, I have been nervous about D. entering Kindergarten for a few years now. And it fianally came, and so far so good (no, no, GREAT). You probably all think I'm overreacting, but mothers know their kids!

a few more August ones

This is what P. does when he's really sad or disappointed about something. Actually, he's usually not crying when he does this, so I'm assuming it's for effect.

Remember how bendy he always was? Well, he still is. And he's still very unconventional.