My Fishy Card

Tuesday night Owen came home from the store with Justin and told me he got me a card for my birthday. A little bit later he came back and told me it was a pishy card (can't say his f's). I love my pishy card. And the inside is even better. He can write his own O's but Justin helped him with wen:

So for my birthday, we went to Raleigh.

We spent the morning rotating at the Temple. While Justin was taking his turn we found a cute nearby park...

Then we went to a mall that has my favorite stores we don't have here (i.e., Nordstrom & Urban) and I found some cute clothes along with some new red glasses (eyeglasses, not drinking glasses Dad - and no, they don't just make those in the South). I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep em yet though. I like them but the brown version is more me I think. While at Urban at the end of a loooong day (a good day but a tiring one) Owen decided to stand up in the stroller and make it tip and spill my drink all over the floor. I had to keep reminding myself... fishy card, fishy card, fishy card.

When we got home at 10 last night I realized there wasn't one picture taken of me on my birthday. I really don't like pics of myself but you need a birthday pic at least. So I told Justin to take one. I was trying to recreate the lovely (sarcasm) one Katie posted of me but I couldn't stop laughing. And I was doing something weird with my hand. So I cropped it and this is the best I got. I looked like poo by then so I'm making it tiny. If you look real hard you can see my red glasses.