Mr. Birthday

On Wednesday night, my parents invited us to dinner.  While David was away from the table, I did as any good wife should and informed the server that David was a soon-to-be-birthday boy.

As you can probably imagine, David LOVES making a big deal of his birthday.  He loves getting his picture taken . . .  loves people singing to him . . .

loves, loves, loves.

Fun Fact.  David used to be a server at THAT very restaurant.  Back in the glory days.

Handsome Dude gave David his very first birthday present.

It is a play-do ball with Italian flags proudly mounted in it.  Just what every 32 year old father of four needs.

Yesterday was David's factual birthday.  Of course, he had to work.  Because have you met him?  But the kids and I were planning on heading into town to clean the rental anyways that day.

Alas.  The stomach bug visited.

So, there I was.  Two kids vomiting and having it, *ahem* come out the other end and the others had head colds and fevers.

Thankfully, my friend, Shelly, offered to help Mr. Birthday clean the house so I would not have to drag the sickies to town.

Holla, Shelly!

While we were recovering, the girls and I taught the boys how to play Uno.

Handsome Dude won.  He was excited.

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Please ignore the mismatched clothes.  He had, *ahem*, blown through about 6 pairs of pants already.

Little Dude lost Uno.

He took it well.

Since I had not planned on being home for David's birthday, I had no plan for a special birthday dinner, nor a cake.

For shame.

I remembered a recipe for Teriyaki chicken that tickled his fancy.  Then I went to check on the garden and saw a plethora of green beans and blueberries.

Garden for the win!

I was able to make a cake from scratch, but did not have enough ingredients for frosting.

Don't lose heart!

The astute reader might recall that my husband prefers his chocolate cake smothered in our homemade applesauce, instead of frosting.  Because he is totally normal.

I must say, I was pretty proud of our impromptu birthday dinner that we were able to pull together amidst a house full of sickies.  And Shelly was a rockstar at the house and did so much of the work that David was able to get home at a decent hour to feast with his beloved wife and offspring.

The kids decorated the cake with a hunting theme.

The toy soldier is supposed to be David.  Apparently.  And I was far too lazy to wash the toys, so I just laid some wax paper on the top of the cake.  Because I strive for greatness.

Daisy Mae, who had been sickly all day, got all dressed up for her dad's special dinner.

Precious, is it not?

And now, David is the sickest of all.  Poor boy.

Lest any of you are confused, he is , in fact, at work.

Happy Friday!