I made him a Texas sheet cake and everything (if you don’t know what a Texas sheet cake is, you need the recipe — let me know and I’ll post it).
Matt turned 36 on Saturday. 36. Doesn’t that sound dangerously close to 40? I’d tease him about being so much older than me, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to age better, so it would be kind of pointless.
The birthday celebration started about 10 am, when I sent him to the wrong soccer game. But, don’t worry, it got better.
Matt’s very kind and lovely mother volunteered to take our children to lunch so that we could have a “birthday date.” While they were tearing up the play-place at Carl’s Jr., we had yummy Aziago Cheese bagels and Wild Rice Soup (if you are ever going to be in Sandy, Utah, you really need to have an Aziago Cheese bagel at a place called Rich’s Bagels — the Einstein’s version is a pale imitation). Then we went to Hairspray. Would I recommend Hairspray?
Let me say, first of all, that Matt didn’t realize it was a musical until we got there (or possibly just before, but he was already committed). Let me say, second of all, that I would have been in love with this movie when I was 13, and probably would have seen it six times, or possibly purchased the video (we didn’t have DVDs when I was 13, remember?). All that said, Hairspray was a hoot, and you should go to it with someone you enjoy laughing with. John Travolta was at times disturbing (he plays the fat mom, if you haven’t been paying attention to the advertising), but also pretty darn hilarious. We thought one of the funniest things was Christopher Walken, who we think of as a scary bad guy (right?), as the wacky, joke-shop owning dad. There’s a thing about a whoopie cushion (actually, a whole pile of whoopie cushions) that had Matt lauging out loud. If you’ve seen this movie, I’d love to hear what you thought. Otherwise, I say go see it, but be expecting big old-fashioned musical numbers and silly humor.
The birthday celebration continued with a family dinner at Chili’s (we ate out twice in one day? talk about living large…), carefully chosen because of food enjoyable for the adults (Matt recommends the chicken soft tacos), and a thorough childrens’ menu for our picky offspring. Funniest moment? On the way there, Jon was crying and whining, “I hate chili!” He settled right down when we assured him they had both grilled cheese and french fries. Our children are on the American Heart Association diet, can you tell?
You may remember that I was a little choosy about how I wanted to spend my birthday. Matt seemed happy with his, but I did commit a faux pas that I always accuse him of: I bought his gifts last-minute and at the grocery store. He was pleased with my anti-oxidant-rich selections, including pomegranate juice, flavored almonds, 85% cocoa dark chocolate, and acai juice. When he gets home today, he’ll find that my mother has shown me up — she filled the entire priority mail flat-rate box with dark chocolate, including several Harry and David selections.
Love you, Matt. You think you really love a person, and then they father a bunch of children, and you find out how much you really love and appreciate who they are…