So. My newest babysitter was born the year i graduated from high school. Yup. I'm officially OLD. But Doug is older. He turned 35 on Thursday and is feeling one step closer to the grave...
We enjoy food in our house. And we celebrate with lots of it. We woke him to gingerbread waffles with "white stuff" (Cool Whip) and blueberries and sang Happy Birthday over yummy yellow cake cupcakes (gluten-free, baby!). He opened his gifts (the knowledge that he will soon have a couple wonderful photos of me and the boys for his office, a punching bag and boxing gloves). He then played 18 holes of golf "on his way into work." For dinner it was a classic swiss fondue with bread, apples and steamed veggies. Once we finally got the boys to bed, we broke out a decadent non-GF chocolate/dark chocolate cake. It's the Perfectly Chocolate Cake on the back of the Hershey's cocoa box, but i just make the frosting darker. Delish. Then on Saturday we went out just the two of us to dinner and saw "The Dark Knight."
Happy birthday to the youngest 35 year old around!!
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I just LOVE being the birthday boy. I end up staying up until 2AM every birthday because I know when I wake up the next day I will no longer be the birthday boy.
The boys just kept knocking me down with the gloves then saying, "daddy, get up" and doing it again and again.
It was a great birthday.
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