Happy Birthday to the bestest hubby in the world!

Today is Trav's birthday. He is getting up there, according to Bryce. He's 32. "That's a REALLY BIG NUMBER, Daddy!"


Poor guy had to work on his birthday. For those of you who knows what he does and who he works for, that means he got to slack off all day today (but just cause it was his birthday. Generally, computer geeks work their tails off for the idiots out there who think their CD drive is a cup holder.) He even came home early, which was a whoops on my part. I had decided to wait until after Bryce got out of school to take the boys into town to buy the cake stuff and let them pick out gifts and cards. We stopped at Walgreens to pick up some pictures I had printed and they decided they needed to pick cards and gifts from there, rather than waiting to go to Target. Trav is now the proud owner of a singing Spider Man card, letting him know what a cool super hero he is, a Lightning Ramone car and a box of Lightening McQueen shortbread cookies. Ain't he the lucky guy?


By the time we finished with Walgreens and Walmart (for the cake stuff) and got home, it was 445. (If you counted, that means we spent 2 freaking hours in Walgreens). I drug the stuff and the kids in the house and was in the middle of putting the cakes in the oven when he got home at 5 on the dot. Whoops. I thought I would have an extra hour. Ah well. We chilled at home while they baked and cooled. I slapped some frosting and the Diego sugar decorations Bryce INSISTED on buying for Daddy's birthday cake, wrote happy birthday on it in butter cream and headed to Johnny Carrinos for dinner. The boys were really good at dinner and Bryce embarrassed his dad by telling the waitress it was his daddy's birthday. Cringing in fear of an entire group of off key singing servers "surprising" him with cake and song, the sweet girl explained they don't sing at Carrino's. You just get free chocolate cake. I love that restaurant!


On the way home, Bryce and Trav were discussing various disgusting smells (I really think it is just a boy thing. I don't recall these types of conversations growing up). The topic of skunks came up and Travis, teasingly, told Bryce he was smelling a little skunky. There was a long silence.




Bryce: "Daddy, can I asks you somepin?"
Trav: "What's up?"
Bryce: "I am just sick and tired of you calling me stinky words. My name is Bryce Geordon Kwiecinski. You got it? What's my name?"


Seriously, I almost exploded from containing myself. He totally got told off by a 4 year old. Bryce wasn't done, however. Because, after berating his dad, he proceeded to roll his window down. While it was in the 60's today, it gets pretty cold after the sun goes down. And, we were on the interstate. So, I told him to roll it back up.


Bryce: "Excuse me. I need a little air".


He's 4 going on 14. Good thing I color my hair.


When we got home, we went for the cake and birthday song since it was late and the boys needed to get to bed. However, we were NOT getting out of party games, no matter how hard we tried. Bryce, the ever present and demanding party coordinator, insisted we play a round of duck duck goose and hot potato. Brady just jammed to the music while Bryce and his dad threw a potato around the living room. Speaking of Brady's jams, remind me to describe his dancing to you. Freaking hilarious. But, the kid has groove. He gets that from me.

It was a fun day and I truly hope you had a wonderful birthday, baby. You are the best hubby and daddy in the world and I will love you forever and always, to the moon and back.