Finding Joy in Snarkville

Today, today is the day of my husband’s birth.  I could wax poetic about all the great things about him, but I won’t.  First, that’s not my style (not the least bit snarky) and second, Prince wouldn’t appreciate it.  Really that is one of the better things about him is sappy sweet things are lost on him (ok, in the effort to be completely honest — that lack of sappy sweet isn’t the greatest things when I’m all emotional and such — but this isn’t about me, it is about our Prince).  So, this birthday message is as I think Prince would most appreciate it.

Stories that made us giggle about his birthday:

Duke, upon hearing it was Daddy’s birthday, broke out in song:

Happy Birthday, Father.

Happy Birthday, Father….

It broke off at this point because both ‘Father’ and I were laughing too hard.  Duke looked up and was shocked and said, “what?”

Next, Duke has gotten the bug that Daddy is having a birthday.  (Keep in mind that Prince isn’t like me when it comes to a birthday.  Prince is just fine with the quiet acknowledgment, a card, maybe a trip to Best Buy….nothing huge.)  Duke declared at dinner last night:

We need to make a cake!  And get Party hats!  And Streamers! Can I have friends over?

Prince rolled his eyes.

Duke is happy that Daddy agreed to a cake, though not the cake Duke wants, but Prince is getting his far and away favorite cake.  Duke is going to need it, since the marshmallow  supply ran out last night and I’m not quite ready to make marshmallow making a weekly event in my house.  However, I do want to try shapes; perhaps dusting them in cocoa instead of powdered sugar (or a blend even); flavoring them; and oh, yes, I totally see homemade peeps in my Easter future. (I’m obsessed.)

So, for my part of his birthday fun, I have done the following (all truly exceptional wife like things):

• Declared that Prince could pick out his breakfast for his day, and promptly (upon much whining from a little one who was HUNGRY before Daddy was up) made whatever I felt like.
• Put off making or buying a card, until the point that I was BUSTED making it at the table when Prince finally got out of bed.
• Kept him up past midnight because I was convinced that I could solve a computer networking problem (with the help of the network guru, Google), for which I’m wholely unqualified to help.
• Got mad at him for his inability to explain to me what the networking problem was in a way that I both understood and then could act upon.  (See point above where I’m NOT qualified — but I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night)
• Let him take a nap yesterday afternoon (yes, not teachincally on his birthday, but heck, I’m claiming ONE nice thing) but requiring that he fold the laundry first — then at midnight, I proceeded to get mad when I found out he’d piled the laundry on my side of the bed.
• The last thing Prince will remember as he was falling asleep was my anger over him adjusting the sheet causing my Sudoku puzzle (one puzzle is giving me FITS) to be pulled from my grasp.  I believe I took my revenge by making sure my ice like toes were touched to a bare lower back.  (Now that is love, I tell you.)

So you see, so sappy sentiment here.  That just wouldn’t be like us. So, here’s my birthday wish for my husband, friend, and fiercest competitor:

Happy Birthday, Dude.  May you have a few more in which I can kick your butt, put my cold toes on you, and have an excuse to make lots of cakes (and marshmallows).  And yes, in case you were wondering, your birthday is all about me — problem?

(See you for date night later — I must make a cake now.)

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