So, even though it seems like there is nothing exciting going on, I guess there really is…

Hannah is crawling.
Not the conventional crawling method though.
She sortof keeps one leg tucked in front of her and uses the other leg to push off and thus travel.
It is really cute.
I think that the reason that she prefers this is that she has altitude sensitivities.
The higher she is, the better.
Consequently she would much rather be “crawling” with her head held high until she finds herself something that she can use to stand herself up.
That is what she is really after.
Standing.
And, of course, playing with her big sister.

Speaking of, Hailey is so terribly excited about the upcoming holiday.
It all began last year when she was old enough to actually trick-or-treat.
Prior Halloween’s were simply her dressed up as either an adorable jack-o-lantern
or an adorable spider.
So, anyway.
Because she instantly became a sugar addict (thanks daddy…yes, they are YOUR GENES), she has not so patiently been awaiting round number 2.
And since it is quickly approaching, she is giddy with sugared excitement.

I on the other hand am not so.
Not because of the fun-filled activities leading up to the day.
Or the treacherous walk around out hilly-ass neignborhood.
Or they subsequent balancing act between a happy kid (read: candy-eathing) and a sick kid (read: vomiting).
But rather, because later that weekend I will be turning 30.
Yes, you read that right.
3. 0.
I should be am glad for all the wonderful wonderful blessings that life has bestowed on me thus far.

However, 30 is still staring me in the face growling.
And it is growling loudly.
I said I wanted to lose 10lbs before I hit 30.
Everyone says that it gets harder after 30.
And I still have baby weight.
Make that baby baby weight.
Well, I can scratch that off my list, cause it ain't happening.
Not unless I starve myself for the next week and a half.
But regardless, that is not the only reason.
(I am not THAT shallow)
I really don't feel 30; and I am not ready to look 30.
I am definately not ready to behave 30.
So here I am stuck in a 30 year old body.
Well, 29 for another weekish.
Me being 30 makes my baby sister 26.
26?!?!
Me being 30 makes my parents, well, old.
They don't act their age either.
Me being 30 makes my husband mid-thirties.
MID-THIRTIES?!!?
Before I know it we are going to be 50.
I know, I know, 40 will come first.
But not too long after 30.