Number 38.

This has been a whirlwind week. First, Valentine’s Day (out-of-order post to come, hopefully), second, Ewan’s birthday, third, Hank’s birthday and party, and fourth, Ewan’s birthday party. All within four days.

Today’s power nap was more deserved than any nap in the history of naps.

But this week also involved most of my favorite people in the entire world. Meet Number 38.

Mr. Birthday Number 38, that is. And he wanted to celebrate XX/XY style at Oskar Blues – a yummy spot for ribs and brew. Oh. And homemade paleo carrot cake, of course (thank you to the Make it Paleo cookbook). (Also, Hank and I had to sample that cake before sharing it with others, just to make sure it cut the mustard. Hank gave it two thumbs up.)

Friends filed in, bit by bit, and as most things like this go, one end of the looooong table turned all boy, the other, all girl.

One end might have been weirder than the other. Just sayin’.

But it was quite the celebration of him.

Thank you Ali, for snapping some pics for me.

We sang at the top of our lungs to embarrass him fully and completely, and I think it did the trick. It was awesome.

I have absolutely no idea what I am doing in this picture, but I had to include it. I look completely mental.

Seriously. Everyone else looked less drill sergeant and otherwise beautiful and/or handsome that evening.

Happy Birthday, baby. I celebrate you daily. :)

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