If you are reading this blog, you probably know my sweet husband Scott. That makes you a lucky person. He is the kindest, silliest, most hard-working and good-hearted person I know. He is an ideal husband in every way, and the perfect father and therefore I am the luckiest woman. I am so glad he was born 27 years ago and that his parents raised him the way they did. Happy birthday, sweetheart!
The birthday boy's request, O'Boy Oatmeal Cake. Here is what was left after I ate half the batter. Soooo good.
The birthday boy's request, O'Boy Oatmeal Cake. Here is what was left after I ate half the batter. Soooo good.
Singing Ian's current favorite, Slippery Fish. Thanks for teaching me, Aunt Allison!
Birthday dinner.
I loved this card from Scott's parents. Picking cards must be a talent. After I spent an hour reading every birthday card on the rack and still couldn't find one for the birthday boy, I am even more impressed at how fun that card was.
I have to share some of my favorite lines from it:
"Son, now that you are an adult, it is time you learned the truth about a few things:
It is theoretically possible to know you won't like something without trying it. Very few emergency room doctors ever notice underwear. You weren't really told anything a thousand times. Nobody on vacation tends to turn the car around. If you make a goofy face, it won't really freeze that way. You are the nicest, most talented, loveable son in the whole world. But that one is true."
Some black dress socks for my workin' man.
Scott wearing a birthday present. 
27 candles!
This is one handsome baby. He sure looks like his daddy.
This is one handsome baby. He sure looks like his daddy. 
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