Big Daddy's Birthday

Thursday was my husband's 36th birthday. He's not a fancy guy and he doesn't like a lot of fuss. Ask him what he wants for his birthday and he will say "peace and quiet." I laugh every time he says that and respond back "you have 4 kids, 2 dogs, a cat, and a wife - there is no more peace and quiet."

Usually, we go out to eat as a couple for his birthday the weekend before/after the actual day. Last weekend I was doped up in recovery so maybe this weekend we will go somewhere with soup so I can enjoy too. But on the actual day, we usually just celebrate with a family dinner followed by homemade cookies or cookie cake. He doesn't like regular cake but strangely enough is a damn good cake baker. I'll have to post a pic of his master creation in a few weeks when I can actually enjoy a bite again. Here he is with the older 3 kids blowing out his candles.

The littlest one was already in bed but I did snap a shot of him with his older children - my 2 lovely red headed step children and 1 blonde step child (just doesn't have the same ring to it).

Billy Jr., the oldest, tried to take a picture of his father and me but every time someone was making a face. I decided to cut my husband out of the picture because he would have not liked any of the shots. He probably won't like this one either because my boob makes his shirt look like he has man boobs which is not true.

The strangest part of the evening for me was that I cooked dinner for the first time post-op. I made what we call "kitchen chicken" which basically is just boneless skinless chicken breasts with some evoo, salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and cayenne pepper. Of course I made Billy's favorite starchy sides of mashed potatoes and corn along with his favorite cheesy garlic chibatta bread. Talk about smells - the kitchen smelled soooooo good I just wanted to lick everything - especially the bread. I did really well though. I even fed the baby, well helped him feed himself, while everyone else ate. It was my first time back at the dinner table since surgery. Everything was going so well and then I almost made a mistake. I had been feeding the baby litle balls of mashed potatoes (yes they are that starchy) and instead of grabbing a napkin I went to lick my fingers. Fortunately, I realized what I was doing before I did it and promptly got a napkin. But damn that would have been sooooooooooo good.