It’s been almost two weeks already since The Husband turned thirty and we celebrated in the most obvious fashion… with a barbecue (of course we did) at Papa’s house.
{La Petite and her Papi}
But it wasn’t just any old normal LPV barbecue… Aidan brought bacon wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cream cheese and some Ranch dip so the French people can find out what Texas tastes like.
And you know what? They loved the taste of Texas. Loved it. Especially the Ranch, which really shocked us. I mean, who would have thought the French would fall in love with the Hidden Valley? Next thing you know, they’ll be looking for sweet tea and corn bread.
The birthday boy was a wee bit tired. The night before, he and Honey Jr drove through the night transporting bees. The Husband only had two hours of sleep and somewhere between 15 and 20 bee stings. But at least he hadn’t been stung on the tenders like Honey Jr. had. That’s right; the tenders.
The eyes say it all. Look at how tired he is.
(Sidenote: When The Husband says, ‘tired’ it sounds like ‘tiwed’. Aidan and I recently discovered that The Husband and her littlest pronounce their ‘R’s exactly the same. For example, they both pronounce my name like, ‘Sawa’. Bless.)
And do you see those cupcakes? I made them. Papa’s Wife volunteered to buy the dessert but I said, no way Jose, birthdays need homemade treats. Even if they weren’t particularly pretty, they were delicious. And oh my heavens, making butter cream frosting without a mixer is dang hard.
But they were indeed delicious. See, here’s Honey’s Honey and Honey Jr. enjoying the chocolaty, butter creamy deliciousness:
Notice how she is sitting on his lap? They are A L W A Y S on each other like that. Blech.
After cupcakes we played Pétanque (well everyone else played, Aidan and I took that as our opportunity to sneak away for a glass of Rosé à deux).
There’s Brother-in-Law and Papa inspecting the boules before the game (it was hot, hence the reason Papa and La Petite ditched the shirts … they like to be twinkies).
And after Pétanque it was time to hit up The LPV fête which of course, featured cool carnie rides for the kids. There’s The Husband’s mini-me (Aidan’s Littlest) and La Petite cruising around.
Good friends, BBQ, cupcakes, Pétanque, and a fête… it was close to perfect. The only thing that could have possibly made it anymore perfect, would have been if The Husband hadn’t been told he was too big for the rides.
He’s all grown up now.
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