Happy birthday Steve!

Steve celebrated his birthday like any other newly-minted 26-year-old man would- by being awakened with a toddler heavily breathing in his face, eating funfetti waffles, watching Thomas the Train, and bouncing around on trampolines and throwing bouncy balls at his kids.

MIRACLE OF MIRACLES- everyone staring (and sort of smiling!) in the general direction of the camera!

After breakfast, we headed over to a kids cafe so that the energetic little nuggets would pass out for a good long nap later. That was a total win. We came home, ate lunch, and Steve (and the kids) took a nap while I made his birthday cake. By the time that was finished, we started to get ready for dinner. The sitter arrived before Molly awoke from her nap (yesssssss) and we headed out. We thought we'd be eating with the senior citizen crowd since we left really early, but shockingly, there were a lot of people our age eating dinner at 4:45pm. We ate a ridiculous amount of delicious food at our favorite beef and leaf and then went on post for the most exciting part of the day- grocery shopping. Aw yeah. We really know how to party. After arriving home and trying to hold it together (because this was THE LAST TIME our beloved babysitter would be sitting on our babies), we iced the cake and sang a quick happy birthday before chucking the whiny children in bed. After eating a slice, we hopped in bed too, since a 4am recall loomed in the distance like the most beautiful birthday present ever.... (said no one)

Shockingly similar to the waffle photo, I know. Plus a few not-so-enthused faces.

I am not one to usually care much for white cake, but this was the birthday boy's request. White cake with cream cheese frosting. It was shockingly good. I sent the rest with him to work today because I don't need my jeans getting any tighter. And God bless the Koreans, they've probably never tasted a cake with so much actual flavor (read: sugar) in their lives. (Steve said it got a big thumbs up from them.) 

When asked before bed last night if he had a good birthday, Steve was kind enough to say yes, it was his best one yet. It certainly trumps last year's birthday (spent in Afghanistan), and I hope they only get better. Maybe next year we can do something more thrilling than buying diapers and groceries. Maybe.

*Special shout-out to my mother-in-law: Thank you for the gift of Steve! I am eternally grateful.*

xoxo