Kevin celebrated a birthday this weekend. I've been telling people he's 43 ("can you believe it? doesn't he look so young?"), but he's a few years younger. Luckily for Kevin's self esteem, no one could believe the extra years I tacked to his age.
So how did Kevin want to celebrate?
With a baseball glove. The kids gave him one, by request. They gave it to him several times, actually, so excited they were they couldn't wait for his actual birthday. I think he received the box and cards and glove and ball as an entire package the day after his birthday.
With a trip to the zoo. It was a decently happy one, too, not the BAIL! ESCAPE! FLEE! trip a few weeks ago.
With an ice cream cake. He requested butterscotch sauce, so I whipped one up with homemade butterscotch sauce and vanilla cookie crust. The children made the whipped cream. I'm not sure if it was Kevin's favorite cake, but the butter-lovers in the family (the children and me) loved it.
By visiting the potato chip factory. Lucy, Peter and I visited last summer, and it may be the one thing we've done that made Kevin jealous. We revisited for him, and although the visit tested some limits (Peter, especially, was having an off day), the fun factory tour and tasty hot-out-of-the-oven chips made up for it.
Eating more ice cream! We found the source for the delicious Sweet Lucy's ice cream, a family dairy farm in Delaware. We cut out the middle man (or woman, as it were), and went right to the source. Yes, it is nicer to eat ice cream when you can see the cows who helped make it.
(And a note about the ice cream: Lucy's preferred eating technique is to dive into the cone. The cone, not the ice cream. Ninety-five percent of the time, she'll eat almost all of her ice cream, hand you the mangled cone/cream combination, and ask to trade for whatever you have left. This girl will make a savvy businessperson some day.)
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