Auntie Rachel and I indulged the kids in some racing the other day. What started off to my advantage quickly changed when I had to pick up a kid mid race. Costing me the win. But I prevailed later on even though Auntie Rachel cheated and tried to hold me back. Gunnar was the photographer.
In sad news, I turned 29 and am pretty bummed. I am not ready to be done with my 20s. Strange, because most of the time I feel like I am 45. But 30 is just too big a number when in my head I think I’m only 18.