Erik turned 30 on Sunday. This means that since I am four months older than him, we are both officially really old. When I was a teenager, I figured that if I was ever lucky enough to live to the old age of 30, I would be the next Jane Pauley. Erik has never said this, but I'm guessing that the 13 year old E.J. Lassen expected to be a fighter pilot or rock star. Ah, but here we are... unless something drastic changes, it doesn't look like there will be any fighter pilot/rock star/anchorwoman life for us. Who knows if that would even make us happy anyway.
For his birthday weekend we went to Camarillo. While Erik surfed, I sat on the beach and thought about how much my life has changed in the past two years. It is still so weird to me that I have even one child, and now 2!
Our future surfer.
On Saturday night we threw a party for Erik. What's a party without a Costco cake! Check out those disgusting balloons. They were like 2 cups of frosting each.
We roasted him, but since he gave me a list of things not to mention, I remained really quiet. It was a great weekend and I am still recovering. Happy Birthday Baby!