Vegas = Nieces = Joyous

Remember that one time when I technically don't live in Vegas anymore? We're currently gypsy's -- Whatever -- but I'm now thinking of some of things I'm going to miss.
My absolute favorite part of living in Vegas has been being around a larger part of my family. Unfortunately I can't have them all to myself, but I get a good group of them.

 The best group...my nieces. 

It's fine, I'm allowed to have favorites. Who else will play with me and cuddle me and give me kisses. Not the way these girls can. SO Instead recap every event I want to share my favorite parts of being here. I get to be apart of their lives in the funnest cutest times.

Prepare for sassy-cute-beautiful-goofy-silly little girl overload.

First up birthdays. Give me a reason to celebrate, easy, you get a present. Give me the person to celebrate with...jackpot. And make those birthdays for people up the age of 10...duh. Heaven.

This birthday lead to a baptism. Normally I travel for these special occasions, this only took a nice walk across the street. Convenient and perfect. 

Mother daughter

 With the Leavitt grandparents.

The Taylor grandparents

The things an 8 year old can do in a pretty white dress. . .

All my nieces and nephews (minus one lil Deany boy)

When I was 8 years old I got a journal with my name on it (typical), but I wrote in that things until it was 5 million% chalked full. I took Rylee aside and showed her it and what I wrote the day I was baptized. I showed her what I wrote the day she was born and how excited I was. I showed her all the times I wrote I was in love with boys and that I wrote in all caps taking up an 8 x 11 page "I LOVE (Fill in the blank with 4 different boys names on rotation. One being her uncle which she found hilarious and always wants me to show people). I was so happy to find her already filling 4 pages half way through the day "I love her journal, you're totally awesome." Moving stuff. 

I got to go to their sporting events and run around with the non-performers of the day. 

 If you didn't notice...Rylee is -- REAL TALL

 While Logy pants steals her moms Diet Coke and kicks back...

 Tally finds friends to climb trees with.

And the best. Recitals. Singing, dancing, these divas pull out all the stops. And I love watchin' the sass come out on stage. I hate though how old they look with make up on.

 Above- Singers company performance. Getting as much love from them as I can steal.
Below- The cutest Bunker Dance sweethearts I've ever known.

Taking it all in. Presh.

 Sisters

 

 Aunt Jana and Uncle Zach

 The whole Leavitt family

 Posin' her sass off

 Daddy daughter love

 

 "Pappa...I wan up. I wan yoor chulders"

 Tally smile please...yep just like that

 Who the show is really about - the mama. (I took this because I wanted to get the Smith Center in it...such a cool place. Glad Vegas could get something worth while).

And thus ends the love and gag sesh of my darling family and nieces. Wish I could have them all here with me. Not so lucky. But I'm really lucky I got at least this much of them as I'm not going to have them at my disposal anymore. Bugga...wish I coulda had even more of them. And to all my other fam that's around - their parents, Mo and Kaylee, Mom and Pop - I don't slaughter you with pictures, but I love you too.

26th and 24th Birthdays 2012

Adult.

 This means that you are over 21 right? That you act like a grown up. That you are a responsible person. When I looked it up I like the dictionary definition better-

Adult: A person who is fully grown or developed. 

I would say that physically Spencer and I are probably past any surprise growths or developments, BUT we can sneak around this term because we aint quite there at heart or maturity wise. At least I'm not. Regardless, at some point you have to release that your time as come and you are a grown-up and you have to have an ADULT birthday. Sounds boring huh. It basically is, but this year we tried to make the most of it the best we could. I know, get over it, grow up, it's just a birthday...BUT in my 5 year old brain, it's never really worked that way. This year we tried. 

MAY 11, 2012

Spencer James Orr's day of birthday. He woke up after I left the house for work to this:

His parents got him that shiny bike he wanted in the store. That he whined for. 

Kidding, but if you get a cruiser for your 26th birthday, it's fun to pretend it's a childish wish. Julie even made a print off and emailed it to me to put on the front of this surprise bike with a bow.

I was beside myself that I couldn't do something with Spencer. Work, lame. Also he was leaving town right after work to head up to SLC to spend the weekend with his family. They were doing "Walk for the Cure" with his survivor Aunt and I had a wedding that weekend and couldn't go. So My time frame with him on his birthday and his birthday weekend was REAL limited. SO I got off work a little early that day and met Spencer at home in time for his afternoon runs, asked him if I could ride around with him while he did them. I was stocked with all you need for a car birthday bash, most importantly: party hats, music and dance moves. Oh and LOTS of energy. Probably too much. 

He finished real quick so we had time to stop for nice lunch. SJO loves Chipotle, so it was there that we had his mini b-day party. We left our party hats on (meaning only I did) & had presents and party bags.

Ooogles of goodies for my 5 year old (because I make him be one)

 I wouldn't let him take off this button.  He took it off right out when I left I think. Adult.

 His card. Duh.

After he finished up at work and came home I took him to the airport, and I had a little birthday flight survival kit for him - candies and readings and such. Then he was on his way to his family who treated him to a SPOILED birthday weekend. Thank goodness.

JUNE 5, 2012

I think on this special day I even woke up a lil early to shower and get ready before work!

While I was being a boring adult at work. My Mr. stopped in as a runner/delivery boy with a giant bouquet of balloons, a baggie of goodies, and a homemade postcard. Cute of him right, yes, but really it was his momma. She just can' to anything mildly, especially birthdays...AND I LOVE IT. I was "so embarrassed" by those balloons (yeah right dream come true) and they came with fav red starburts and Coke Zero. Duh. BUT the best part was the homemade large postcard that she printed out and made for my card. I ADORE postcards. I collect them. I go places and send them to myself. I love vintage postcards. Love Love Love - so it was the cutest. 

My cake from the office and of course it has the funnest cutest candles- why do I love childish details so much?

On adult birthday you still have to fulfill your work callings obviously AND your church callings.
 I had to still put on young women's that night. Don't worry they sang to me and we did girls camp crafts while listening to MY iPod. Hair stuff for our secret ward. And I had to walk across the street to the church. Tough stuff. 

 We had adult a boring adult dinner at Cafe Rio, by choice, quietly outside. Peacefully.

 All my birthday goodies that I displayed for myself. The giant birthday balloon was my favorite ever. EVER. I was probably the kid that saw a giant oversized balloon and started siezing, begging my parents for it. When I came home from work that evening there was a card on that empty table and a beautiful display of roses from my moms and pops. So fun to come home to and a dozen roses is SO adult. Made me feel like a special grown up. 

 And it all ended with cruise. With the essentials. #letsroll

 Like a month later - birthday dinner at Brio with my parents and Z & J. Followed by a Charming Charlies shopping spree. 

Yay for birthdays. You would think that you'd been having adult birthday for years when you're 24 and 26. NAH. But, I literally can't wait for next years, always something to look forward to, even if it is and adult birthday. I guess you could say I like the attention...