Birthday Boy

What to say about yesterday?

Brad had his birthday--shout hooray!

He is a man of simple tastes, my Brad. When I asked him what he wanted for dinner, he actually requested grilled cheese sandwiches. Even Hyrum recognized that this was a little . . . low brow . . . and said, "I think this is the first time I've ever had grilled cheese for someone's birthday . . ."

I did spice up the meal a little bit. Tried my hand at tomato caprese.

Easiest thing ever. And he was really surprised. That made it even better.

Our Wednesday night was crazy, so we had to wait to do cake and candles until almost 9 pm. By that time, everyone was a little wound up.

 Including the birthday boy. He insisted that he blow the candles out three times. Ok. It's your birthday.

 There were a lot of helpers around--helping light, helping blow . . .

  . . . helping pose for pictures . . .

 . . . and of course, helping eat. Dad decided that since it was his birthday, he could take a giant bite out the cake. That invited Mayhem to the party, and all of the little kids began taking giant bites out of the cake.

I hope one of them took a huge bite of one of those lemons . . .