We celebrated this handsome devil's birthday over the weekend:
Pancakes and bacon for breakfast - cooked by Mr. Chef while I slept in (?!) followed by family wanderings around the city.
Stella was making some major strides (!) in the mobility department.
Of course she is wearing a cute dress! One cannot celebrate a birthday without a cute dress!
Striploin roast for dinner. I offered to cook. Mr. Chef said, "No, I don't mind."
"Its your birthday. I'll cook."
"No really, I'll do it. You made the cake."
"I can't let you cook dinner on your birthday," I said.
"I insist. I'll do it. I want to."
Well, I guess someone wanted to ensure that we eat well on his birthday.
The boyz were happy about that decision - more treats for them.
At least there was cake - my contribution to the birthday celebrations. Chocolate bean cake. Which is delicious. And gluten free. And dairy free. And so heathy you can eat it for breakfast. I should know.
It was a wonderful day celebrating a wonderful man.