So imagine 13 kids all wildly swinging foam "lightsabors" at each other and balloons. That's what my living room looked liked yesterday afternoon. Yes, it was the joy of a child's birthday party. Hard to believe that Ethan is 5 years old. WOW!! He is into Star Wars lately, thus the party was full of Darth Vader plates and party favors, Yoda napkins and pinata, and homemade foam swimming noodle light sabors. (just try to find swimming noodles in January, not an easy task!) The kids all had a good time and I think my sanity was left mostly intact.

And now it's my turn to face a birthday. Although I feel like once I hit a certain age it really doesn't matter how old you are anymore. It's best to not think about it too much. Unfortunately, my kids like to tell everyone they meet how old I am and that I am older than daddy. I told them that I get to start subtracting, but they won't fall for it. So I will say it, this year is the big 33. I really don't feel too bad, as I look back I am happy with where I am and what I've done in the past 33 years. I've served a mission, I am happily married to a wonderful man, and I have 4 handsome, wonderful boys. I've made new friends, learned through callings, and done alot of painting. SO, here's to celebrating experience and looking forward to more to come.

I recieved some fun gifts for Christmas this year. Benjamin bought me Cricut machine. He went and fought the day after Thanksgiving crowds at Roberts to get a deal. I am having alot of fun trying it out. I am excited to put it to use in my scrapbooks.

He also got me a DDR. We sure are having fun with our"dance offs" as the boys say. Nathaniel has even gotten pretty good. It's a good, fun way to get some exercise and spend some time together.