Birthday Dad

Birthdays start to seem less and less eventful the older we get. This year, Billy had probably the least eventful birthday of his life. He worked all day, and then came home to an empty house, until he came to the airport at 11 pm to pick me up. Believe me, I feel like a huge heel and the worst wife ever for leaving on a work trip during the week our kids were at the Lake with his mom and dad. Fortunately, we were able to head to the lake on Friday to spend the weekend with the rest of our clan.

Despite not really doing themed birthday parties at our age, there definitely seemed to be a "the Blues are the Stanley Cup Champions and Billy's team won the north American hockey tournament for their league" theme. 

First, the kids decorated his birthday cake, and were sure to add the "Go Blues" at the end.

Then, he decided to take his team's hockey trophy on some interesting adventures.

So, by the end of the weekend, I think it's safe to say he had a pretty good time celebrating 37 years. There's nothing like celebrating at the Lake!