The Big 3-0

So, turning 30 wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought it would be. I was born at 6:36 am, and the morning of my birthday Aaron kept asking how it felt to be 30. I kept telling him, I won’t know for another 20 minutes…14 minutes…3 minutes. And then the time came. I was OFFICIALLY 30! When I left for work, Aaron decided to scream at the top of his lungs…out the front door… “HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY, TARA!” Thanks for the enthusiasm, honey! Michael thought it was hilarious.

Audrey had been a little sick so I had to make an appointment for her to get checked out. Ended up that Audrey had an ear infection and inflamed tonsils. So, we went and got her meds and then went home.

That evening, Aaron asked what I would like to do for my birthday, and I told him I wanted to just stay at home, have a glass of wine, and order take out. Aaron then asked where I would like to order take out. I told him that I have been craving a chicken sandwich and curly fries with cheese sauce from Hooters!

So, while I ordered Hooters, Aaron and the kids set up my birthday cupcakes and gift. (Bet you are wondering why the candle is 24 and not 30....keep reading)

Once I was off the phone, Michael came into the office and told me it was my birthday and to come into the kitchen. So, I follow him into the kitchen, and they had 6 cupcakes set out with a 24 candle on one of the cupcakes.

I kept telling Michael that I was 24 years old…so now that is what Michael tells everyone…and I am okay with that

They sang me Happy Birthday and they all got me a gift card to Best Buy {I want a new camera…so this is what I requested} And then I sent Aaron off to get my food.

After Michael finished his dinner, he wanted one of the cupcakes. So, he sat down at the table and…well…I will let the pictures do the explaining…

I pushed the cupcake into his face. He thought it was SO funny!

And he accidentally got cupcake on the side of the table. What is the ONLY logical thing to do...

Well, lick it off...of course!!!!