Twenty Eight

Another year.
My husband is 28 now.
Seriously, doesn't it feel like just yesterday I posted his perm picture?

I feel sorry for the poor guy. His birthday went something like this:

Somewhere in the 5:00 a.m. wee hours of the morning - wake up
6:15 a.m. - go to work
7:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m. - Work
5:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. - Study at the school (eating chicken nuggets for dinner...)
8:30 p.m. - Come Home!! Eat cookie cake (the best part of the day) and open presents
9:00 p.m. - Put Brinkley to bed

Hmm. I'm no birthday expert... but that could not have been his best birthday ever... by a long shot. If it were up to me I would have let him play all day!!! Alas, he still has patients to care for and tests to take. But he didn't complain. He's not like that.
Not to worry though, we plan on really celebrating this weekend. We're going to head to Moraine State Park on Friday! Have ourselves a little outing. Hopefully that makes up for the lack of birthday joy on his actual birthday.

Before we put Brinkley to bed, we tried to get a cute picture of them together. She was not being cooperative. I told her to give him a kiss on the cheek. This is as close as we got:

Arm around the neck... good start.

Pull his lip off. Not quite what we were going for.

Oh! There's a little pucker!

Ha ha! Just kidding she says. I will lick you instead.
Gross.

How about we just snuggle faces?

Sure, whatever. Happy Birthday!