11 on the 11th.
And she was born at 11:01AM on the 11th, of which this year she turns 11. I'm pretty sure this means it's a special day.
Go to this post where I have lots of pictures of our awesome girl. As I stated on Instagram, she's hilarious, precocious, kind-hearted, and a firecracker! We sure love her. Oh, here's a photo as I dropped her off at school (she's part of a math club that meets early on Tuesdays) and her birthday cake ("better than sex cake," although most people call it "better than anything cake," now-a-days, and I just have to tell you: it's certainly yummy, but it ain't better than sex, people! Just sayin'. And now forgive me for even mentioning that in a post about my daughter's birthday. Yikes!):
And here's two baby photos! Not really sure I like all this growing up around here...
There's a huge storm supposedly headed our way tomorrow night. I'm hoping it turns out to be less than they have predicted, but they've been spot on with forecasts all winter thus far (although there was some worry about Sunday's storm, but it turned out to be just a dusting. So, who knows).
We're prepared, I think. Wood, water, food that doesn't have to be cooked, and we might get a generator today (then we can flush toilets! Huzzah!).
We have two birthday parties this Saturday. #4's was postponed due to last week's storm. I hope my kids are understandable and not sad if we end up having to postpone again! Our Relief Society presidency (they've included me, since I'm the activity leader) is also feeding 100 missionaries lunch this Friday, and so I'm praying that can still happen (they're having a huge multi-zone conference). I was really looking forward to that! We love the missionaries.
Speaking of which, the Elders ate with us last night. We also invited over our neighbors/friends and we had a great time! I love that the missionaries are such a big part of our lives, here. We feed the Sisters and Elders at least once a month (usually twice) and our kids just love them.
I love Valentine's Day. I'm actually excited to share some posts about it. I guess if I don't have electricity, then I won't, but if I do, then I will! If you've read this blog long enough, you'll know how much I love V-Day. If not, look at my archives. It won't be hard to spot all the love posts!
The psychiatrist place I called was dumb. They won't let you see the psychiatrist until you've met with a therapist for a long time. Wha?! And even if they felt I should see a psychiatrist sooner, I'd have to wait at least a month.
Back to the search.
Meanwhile, I'm doing okay. Keeping myself busy, pushing my thoughts outside of myself. Trying to serve as much as I can. Having people over for dinner last night was brilliant because it made me focus on cleaning and cooking and spending time with people I like. Once upon a time I thought that I could keep my depression at bay just by being busy, but I learned that I can't do that for too long. Exhaustion sets in if I do, and it makes my crashes that much harder and longer. But doing it in moderation helps. So, it's been good that we've had church things and birthdays to think about.
Now if I can re-focus some of that busy and serving thinking towards my children and my husband. Heaven knows they deserve it (and my best self)...