You know your kids are Alaskan when...

... they say, "there's our glacier" almost every time you drive somewhere.
... it is 64 degrees outside, slightly windy and overcast and all they want to do is play in the water--you know that glacier fed water.
... when your 22-month old goes under water unintentionally in the lake and you calmly pick him up, slap the water out of him and then wonder if he's going to get "Beaver Fever." (He hasn't yet :-)
... your three-year old spots wildlife before you do. "look mom, the beaver's swimming."

That's what has been happening this past week...besides that we had a garage sale, Juneau's favorite sport. There are strict rules: Sat. only from 8 to noon, Everyone tries come before 8, a price is just a pretty little sticker added to an item for decoration.

On my birthday...

I'm 27 today. Not exactly a milestone for most people. 23 and 27 have always been my favorite numbers. I can't even tell you why, they just are. I really expected something significant to happen when I was 23; it did--that was the year Natasha was born. I wonder what will happen this year? We could be headed to Bolivia within the next year, that would definitely be significant.

I've been more introspective lately (which is of course, a sign of getting old--I'm in my late twenties after all :-) I don't write here much. I guess I wait until something humorous happens and I have a few moments to write it down before I forget it completely. Sorry about that. Sorry that I feel like I can't be honest or sincere with all the normal stuff too.

So, here's a snapshot of me today:
I just got the kids down for their nap. They are actually quiet, hooray! We just got back from a birthday party (no, not for me). Our friends, Eric and April, have a son who was born on my birthday three years ago. Birthday parties can be overwhelming for me since Natasha can't eat any of the food or touch all the cake and ice cream covered kids. I almost wish I could just throw every party we're ever invited to. Then I wouldn't have to worry about her allergies.

I came home to two packages on our doorstep. Sadly, they weren't birthday presents (okay, I might be feeling a little sorry for myself here...I'll tell you about my lack of birthday bliss in a second) The packages were 1) a soy milk maker so we can stop spending $45-80 a month on soy and rice milk for the kids. The machine will pay for itself in a couple months and then we'll only be spending about $6 a month for soy milk.

Okay, back to birthday bliss or lack thereof. Since my birthday is in the summer and at the beginning of the month it tends be forgotten and I'm sad to realize that I'm probably getting to the age when I need to just forget about it too. That probably sounds a little fatalistic, but think about it. Are adults supposed to expect others to make a big deal about their birthday other that the biggies i.e. 30, 40, 50, 80?? I'm thinking that I should just be happy that Adam remembers and that I can go out to dinner with my family and enjoy an evening not having to cook dinner.

P.S. I'm going to go watch Alias--my lastest obsession and recently bought with birthday money from my parents. Thanks Mom and Dad!