thirtysomething

Does anyone else remember the show "thirtysomething"?  I think it was on when I was in 2nd and 3rd grade and all I remember is that the title was in all lowercase letters and that one of the male characters died in an unfortunate car/bicycle accident.  Clearly the show didn't have a long lasting impression on me, but the point is that the people on the show seemed old.  Really old. 

I am now one of those people.  I turned 30 on Saturday and while I don't put too much stock in age, I'm a little aghast at how quickly 30 snuck up on me.  I told someone last year that I was 24 and I wasn' t even trying to pull a fast one - for a split second, I honestly thought that I was 24.  I just assumed that every 30 year old knew how to drive a stick shift car, sew on a button, change a flat tire and bake an entire chicken.  I don't know how to do any of those things which proves that high school home economics and driver's ed classes failed me.  Oh well, I guess it gives me some goals for my next 30 years. 

Saturday started like any typical day.  Charlie was in one of his hugging moods and BJ happened to snap a couple of pictures.  Please note that in the first picture, Copper is fake hacking...something that he tends to do when he isn't getting enough attention.  I swear, the dog could be in therapy for a lifetime.

My parents came down for the day to help us finish some unpacking and then watched Charlie while BJ and I went to a movie and ran some errands.  When we returned home, I was surprised to find a basement full of family and some friends to help me celebrate the big 3-0.  My immediate reaction was "oh my gosh - Catherine (my friend from KC), what are you doing here?" and my next immediate thought was "oh my gosh - do I even have hand soap in the guest bathroom yet?"  If the fact that I immediately worried that my guest bathroom wasn't ready for guests before noticing the tub full of celebratory beverages isn't proof that I'm old, I don't know what is.  It was a great night and I really appreciate everyone who made the trip to Norwalk to help me celebrate and BJ for planning the shindig.  Not that further research was necessary, but I confirmed that it is not wise to party until 2AM when you have a 7 month old who wakes at 6AM.  Let's just say that naps were had by all on Sunday.

On a random note, I was trying to snap a g-rated picture of Charlie lounging in his new duckie backtub but I fear that he has an exhibitionist side.  Every time that I was ready to snap the picture he would throw the washcloth off of his private parts and laugh.  I finally gave up and snapped this picture of he and BJ playing tug-of-war with the washcloth.

Hope that you all had a great weekend!