Yesterday was Bart’s birthday.
He kicked off the day by having a cold. We do know how to celebrate in style around here. Also, I ironed his shirt for him. I am pretty much the best birthday gift giver ever.
When he got home from work, dinner was (mostly) ready and after putting Ella to bed, we enjoyed a nice meal and some gift opening.
I made the Happy Birthday banner by cutting out the colorful pages of an advance unbound copy of a picture book I’d picked up at TLA.
I got him a tripod and a remote for his camera, an enormous bottle of Downy with a dispenser (our washer doesn’t have a dispenser and Bart has talked about how gooooooood his aunt’s laundry always smells for the past five years, so I promise, this wasn’t as pathetic a gift as it sounds). Also, a box of Junior Mints to be saved until Friday; I arranged for a babysitter so we can go see Thor. Bart is a remarkably good gift guesser, so I was pleased that he didn’t immediately guess what they all were (except the Junior Mints, which he immediately guessed when he picked up the box – some year I’ll have to get him a box of Milk Duds, just to throw him off).
Bart’s office had sent him home with about eight cupcakes, so we had a few friends over to help us eat them. They were delicious.
The highlight of his day, though, might have been this little card from Merrick (you may have to click it to see the captions):
All in all, an excellent day, for an excellent guy.