Have you met Jace?

Did you know that he turned 30 yesterday?

30.

I'm married to a 30 year old.


I wanted to interview him for his 30th birthday because he is so good looking and stuff. But it went something like this:


L: Do you want to say anything about turning 30? How do you feel?


J: (answer: something completely inappropriate that I can't post on my blog in case my future posterity ever reads it.)


L: Anything you want to do in the next 30 years?


J: Have a few more kids. A swimming pool.


L: Anything else?


J: Nope.


That sums up my Jace. I get a kick out of him. I think you would too. He really is the life of our party.


I would like to say something about my friend's 1st 30 years. He's accomplished much. To some it may not seem like much but to me (and him) it is much. Back when I first met Jace he told me one day that he was going to have a house paid off by the time he was 30. That's sweet, I thought. But 30 years and 4 days into Jace's life he will do just that. And one of these days I will post of picture of that house....like when we rip off the roof and the balcony, add a garage, and re-side the entire structure. Have I mentioned that we purchased a PROJECT? He never mentioned what kind of house he was going to have paid for but just like everything else he does, he is going to go at it 100 mph. Jace runs at full speed and accomplishes much and I for the most part enjoy watching him do it and try to keep up. I can't wait to see what the next 30 years will bring with Jace, with his determination, a lot of Divine help, and a little luck.


But back to our party.


Jace and I share the responsibility of raising the children. Some of my responsibilities include bearing them, changing diapers, feeding, bathing, homework, tucking in, ect. Jace's responsibilities are limited to the clipping of all fingernails, supervising dangerous activities, bike riding lessons, piggy backs, and whisker pies. And for this the kids adore him:

He does make cute kids.

He tells me it's hard work.

Did I mention I got a 3rd place ribbon at the local science fair this week? I mean Macy did.

And that the boys both got hair cuts?

And that I got my hair colored this week?

And my 30 year old husband enjoys all the new hairdos around here?

Isn't life grand?

Happy Birthday Babe! We love you.

Have you met Noah?

Did you know he turned 5 yesterday?

He counted the days till his birthday for weeks. He ate 2 applesauces and 1 green vegetable before his big day, so his muscles would be big. He tells Macy about once a week about his desire to marry her. Macy doesn't feel the same. He has named our next child (we've ordered a girl) Miss Darla. Miss Darla Baum. He speaks of her often. Macy doesn't love the name of her future sister. (This is not an announcement).

His father called with early morning birthday wishes. We missed him yesterday. We think he missed us more though. He bought us a house yesterday (you've heard that before haven't you?)in honor of Noah. We can't wait to live with him again in our own house.
Macy decorated the table and wrapped the presents. Noah requested lasagna and pizza for his birthday dinner. He requested his cousins presence at dinner and then at the candle blowing ceremony.

Noah is one cool kid. One you should know. I bet he could beat you at Mario Kart Wii. He is a true gamer. He is slow to complain and quick to obey. He doesn't feel a need to fill a room with chatter and he can entertain himself for hours. When he does talk, it is usually hilarious. He asks lots of questions, mainly about Star Wars. He told his cousin Cash this week that he is Heavenly Father's bestest friend.

We love having Noah in our home. I love his smile and then his laugh that always follows. I love his enthusiasam for life and his simple 5 year old world. I wish I was more like Noah.

He is still my handsome baby - growing up too fast. His hair is award winning and receives daily compliments. He still has Mike Seaman hands and Lyndel Baum eyebrows. I'm so happy to call myself Noah Baum's mom. He is one cool kid.

Happy Birthday, Skittle!