So tomorrow is Dayne's birthday. He is turning 28. His new work is having lunch for him. I'm not sure if it's a party or if someone is just bringing him a sandwich. He wasn't real clear on that. Whatever the case I'm sure he will enjoy it. I must admit that I was looking at him this afternoon, and I realized that he is looking older. We laugh because even though I'm older than Dayne, people always think I'm younger than I am. So when someone says somebody is our age I'm never sure what to expect, young couple or family with kids. It doesn't help that I keep forgetting that I'm not in my mid twenties anymore.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but I am planning to go up to Idaho this weekend to wrap up a few things. Well, it looks like Dayne will be coming with me now. He's going to drive Nick's truck and trailer down so we can get our washer, dryer, refrigerator, and various other things we left on the first trip. He'll be coming back early, but I will be coming home on Monday with the girls. Jackson will be so excited to see his friends Jonas and Addie. And Brooklyn may have found a long distant relationship in Jonas seeing as she has been calling him on her toy phone all the time.

Speaking of Brooklyn, she is driving me crazy. Today it was in Wal-Mart. The problem is that they only have space in the carts for one child. If I put Brooklyn in the main section of the cart, she will eat all the food (you think I mean that figuratively). So today I decided to try letting her help me push the cart. It worked occasionally until she took off yelling down the isle. I couldn't leave the cart to chase after her because of Dakotah, so I just pushed it quickly and followed the sound of Brooklyn's yelling two isles away. I caught up to her when she got distracted by some clothes she was holding up to herself. Anyway, I survived the store and have vowed never to take her again. The other day I said to her, "I can't trust you for 2 minutes." She shouted back, "NO Minutes!"