The Dirty Thirty

Someone once told me that age 30 is the age you start acting like your parents.

Brian and his Momma

I'm pretty sure this isn't true, since our parents can't take shots like Brian did on his birthday.

We reserved the back room at Tanner's and had our closest friends and family present.

I didn't get many pics of the birthday boy because he was too busy taking shots. Seriously.

This guy is thirty.

He wanted to make sure you knew by pointing at himself. Old Man - right here.

I had a sign and everything. Happy 30th Old Man. I forgot to take a pic.

But guess what I didn't forget to do? Check in on the babysitter.

Yep, we had our first real babysitting experience folks. 

No, it wasn't the first time we left our kid to go out. It was the first time we left him with a teenager, and someone that wasn't family or friends.

Let's just say we'll be hiring the babysitter again. We can't beat $5 an hour*.

*Her mother who is a co-worker told me to pay her this much. What a steal!

**The babysitter met Eric before the party.  The text message she sent to her mother after we left...

"Have you ever met Krista's brother...HOT!"

Bahahahahaha!