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Last week we surprised Michelle and took her to get dessert at BJ's to celebrate her birthday. Well, we had planned on just dessert, but we ended up throwing some appetizers in there as well. I could talk with these girls for HOURS and never get tired of it. It was so fun.

We got the Pizookie Platter. We literally ate ourselves sick. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but Nate and I have been having homemade pizookies all too often lately. Put me on the couch with him, a pizookie, and Man, Woman, Wild and I'm happy as can be.  

 Nate has been working at Sunrise Hospital the past little while. We drove there and had dinner with him one night. By dinner I mean things like egg salad sandwiches, Doritos, fruit cups, and other random things from the cafeteria.

This picture won't mean much to anyone else, but I was so full of happiness when I took it. We've still been on a rough road with Jansen's anxiety/fear, but last night I got him to come outside and play basketball. He loved it, and it brought me so much joy to see a glimpse of how things were before he was really struggling and to know that it isn't going to last forever. Nate and our home teacher gave him a blessing Monday night. I won't go into all the details, but we are on the way up I think. 

It was our anniversary yesterday. Nate had to go deliver a baby, which was kind of a bummer, but I had a good night with the kids. 

A few days before our anniversary I asked Nate for some ideas about what I could do that day to show him I loved him. You know, the whole languages of love thing. Over the past 9 years we've gotten a lot better at it, but we still both need reminders about what the other person likes best on a special day. I have a bad habit of giving him what I like, and not what HE actually likes. I like things like notes, small surprises, breaks from mom duties, and treats. He likes a special dinner/dessert, notes and such to an extent, and an occasional big gift. 

I love reading the sentences Natalie writes at school. Down at the bottom is her version of the word "usual."