birthday boy

Yesterday we celebrated No. 1's birthday (yes, he really is the No 1 husband in the universe). Because McKay is pretty popular (I am quite certain my family likes him more than they like me) he received some pretty spectacular gifts.

What better gift from the soldier and his family than a 22 pistol? McKay spent the evening studying every inch of the gun and already has a long list of accessories he is pining after. I have no doubt once Patrick makes his heroic return from Afghanistan the two of them will have weekly dates at the shooting range. Next stop for the unstoppable duo: Mantracker.

Not only am I blessed with a No 1 husband, I also have a No 1 father. My father has only one flaw: his lack of enthusiasm when receiving gifts. No matter the gift his response is the same, "wow a ______, thank you very much." McKay is pretty much the opposite. He opens each gift with the enthusiasm of a six-year-old. As he opened his gifts he put each one on. Here he is sporting two new polos complementary of the bleaks, a pair of pants from myself, one work boot picked out by my dad and one flip flop. This is all in addition to the clothes he already had on. In the excitement of posing he forgot to model his snazzy new sunglasses from Jewels.

I thought McKay might enjoy watching busy harvester ants so I purchased him a gel ant farm. WRONG....his reaction when opening the gift would be what I might suspect if he'd won the lottery (and I am not talking $25 on a lotto ticket from La Tienda). It's hard to say if he is more in love with the gun or ants. Here's their progress in only one night.

All in all I think No. 1 had a pretty good birthday---and was fully deserving.