Mushy Softness

Today I am happy to report that I finally feel like I resemble a human being again. Things are still a little phlegmy, but I at least have some energy again!

Also, I've decided that the "30 Days of Truth" is over for me. I had a look at the rest of the questions and realized that they were all pretty lame, so I quit. Yes, I quit.

What will I do instead? I'm not sure. Probably blog about random stuff from my life per usual.

For instance, this past weekend - on Saturday, I spent my day with 6 different children under the age of 10. This may surprise you. I mean, it surprised me because a) I wasn't expecting it and b) I generally feel awkward around other people's children or kids that aren't related to me. Especially if they aren't well behaved. However, none of these kids were related to me and I adored them all. I think getting older is turning me into a big fat mush. Saturday afternoon I went with the Unisex Hottie to see the movie Hop. He brought along his 10 year old sister (which I was prepared for), her 10 year old friend, and his niece and nephew (which I was not prepared for) whose ages I don't know, but I'm assuming they are under the age of 6. Their favorite part of the movie (unanimously) was when the Easter Bunny pooped out Jelly Beans. So yes, that was me, the Unisex Hottie, and four kids at a matinee. And I had a great time. (Though I couldn't help but feel like I was being tested a little... hopefully I passed!)

After the movie I drove up to Draper to see some of my married old roommates that I haven't seen in a while and one of them has a 6 month old baby boy, while the other had her sister with her who has an 8 month old boy. Oh the drooly babies! And I adored them both. I don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe being an Aunt has made me soft. Probably. I don't really have any other explanation.

And then, of course, there was this:

Pretty.

That, my friends, is my beautiful baby sister, Ellen. She turned 16 yesterday. I don't know how this happened. One day she's a curly-haired, chubby little baby, and now all of a sudden she's all datable and drivable and stuff. When I called her on her birthday I was fine until I remember the day she was born (which was an EVENT! She was born on our living room couch at 4 in the morning and I happened to be awake for it as a 7.5 year old) and then, you guessed it, I mushed again. I started crying as if she were my own child or something. I don't know what's gotten into me. I mean, she's had 15 birthdays previous to this one and I never cried. Anyways, I just love her and am SO PROUD of her!

Happy B-day Elly.

Mush. Mush. Mush. Mush. Mush.