A Very Happy Birthday...

I love celebrating birthdays.  My own, of course, but definitely my family's birthdays.  My husband had his birthday last week and unfortunately the actually day of his birth was a lousy one.  A rough and long day at work followed by a frustrating band practice.  Is it just me, or should we all have our birthday's off and treat them like a national holiday?

Since we couldn't really celebrate his birthday on the actual day, we had festivities this past weekend.  Every year I cook him a special dinner and dessert, you can check out the foodie details here and we open presents.  This year was the first time Baby Knives has been around to celebrate a birthday with us and she enjoyed alternately eating the wrapping paper and the birthday cheesecake.

He got some great presents, including money toward his new guitar fund, a Walking Dead compendium he's been wanting and a fetching Doctor Who lunchbox ensemble.  Baby Knives kept it simple and made him a card with their photo on the front.

All in all, not a bad faux-birthday!

Earlier in the week, we were treated to a birthday dinner at our favorite local Irish Pub with his parents.  Baby Knives performed admirably and attempted to eat her "Mimi's" entire baked potato as well as her daddy's birthday dessert of Irish whiskey bread pudding.  Can you blame her?  She is an Irish Scottish baby after all...