"the first anniversary of my 29th birthday"

That is what my friends dad said when I told him I just turned 30. I thought it was funny.
I am not sad, scared, or distraught to be thirty.

I have a handsome husband and two beautiful children.
I am on the right path for a thirty year old...

Here is how my birthday week went...

On my birthday eve, my friends and I had a project night to get together to make some pillows.
Here is how mine turned out:

But when I got there, it had turned into "Jen's Thirty-Flirty and Thriving" birthday bash. What a surprise! I have some serious nice friends.

They made me this amazing crown out of felt (my fav fabric) and we had pizookies, soda, and made our pillows!

My actual birthday I spent being woken up by these little rascals


having a birthday breakfast made by my cute little family

opening presents (I don't have a picture, but I got an awesome ruffly apron, a vintage looking cardi, 2 really cool cricut cartidges, 4 anthro shirts, a pair of jean shorts, an awesome headband, and a dress...

walking along the beach with girls in my ward


having a Jamba Juice


buying these amazing chairs with my friend Kristy, so we can laze around while our kids run around in our "front yard"

and I enjoyed many phone calls, text messages, facebook posts etc. I felt loved.

Then Tyson got called in... (duh duh duuuuu) and I did not see him until... midnight. I wasn't even awake when he came home.
Yes, I was alone on my birthday from like 5 until midnight. Did I just admit that?

Now, it wasn't Tyson's fault... just super unfortunate, but the doctor that kept Tyson so late, gave me a $100 gift certificate to spend for being an "understanding wife". I like this guy!

Last night, our neighbors watched the kids, and we took off for dinner.

They enjoyed watching The Rescuers and eating Mac n Cheese:

And Tyson and I enjoyed dinner and walking around "kidless" at the Spectrum and buying more stuff with my gift card!

All in all, it was a good week!