Well, I turned 30 this past Sunday and am still mostly in one piece. I guess I thought I might spontaneously decombust or watch, appalled, as various bodyparts just fell off, or -- worse -- that wrinkles (and more gray hairs) would wrestle me to the ground. And win.
Instead I woke up, went to the third day of my yoga workshop, ate lunch, then spent over eight hours either in an airport or plane, and came home @ 10 p.m. to this:
The 10:30 p.m. cake-eating contest. He won.
It's been a busy week, but we have managed to take lots of pictures with our fancy new Camera From Nanny. Click here to see more.
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