Steve likes us to keep things simple when we celebrate, so that's what we did. I made a yummy cake, and the girls and I put together a card with candy bars.
The bottom layer is cheesecake and the top layer is key lime cake.
It's all covered in raspberry-cream and the top is piled with raspberries drizzled with lemon syrup. We decorated the sides and edges with white chocolate bits and planks.
His card front says "happy birthday Steve! Your wife thinks you are so very 'dark and luscious'". The girls thought that was hilarious. I told them, "there was no candy bar that said light and luscious." Then I explained that "dark" in this case meant handsome.
For another birthday gift, the girls, my mom, and I worked together in the early afternoon to give his (our) bedroom a makeover. Aren't surprises fun? I thought this one would be a good one for Steve. It was high time that we reclaim our bedroom as a sleeping place rather than a storage unit. The girls did a great job washing the windows dusting all the surfaces and wiping down things, and my mom was a huge help in cleaning and organizing as well. We cleared the walls of the kids artwork and filled a large 3-ring binder with them. I washed all the bedding, flipped the comforter for a new design, and the room looks brand-new again. Steve was surprised to see the room so clean and organized. It was a fulfilling gift to give.
Later that evening, we had angel hair pasta and meatballs for dinner, one of his favorites. After dinner, Steve brought out his cake and was about to dig into it before I reminded him that we needed to sing to him first and have him blow out candles. He insisted that he only blow out one candle, so that's what just what he did. Only, he didn't blow it out. First he tried flicking it out with his fingers. He flicked and flicked and flicked, but the fire burned on.
When that didn't work, he extinguished the flame with one quick swipe of his hand over the candle, and it was out.
Then we relaxed and watched several episodes of Road to Avonlea while gorging on hefty pieces of birthday cake. It was a relaxing and enjoyable evening.
A couple days earlier, on the Saturday previous, we went out to eat at Pelican Cafe for his birthday. Steve ordered a burger and onion rings and was too stuffed for dessert. Later that night though, we made peanut butter bars, the kind he loved from elementary school that the lunch ladies used to make. He's been eating and raving about how good those were for days now.
So, his birthday celebration we actually celebrated over the course of a couple days. We were pretty sure Steve would rather not go out to eat on his actual birthday because he'd be tired from all his work at school and Monday meetings. We were right, and this worked out great. Happy Birthday Steve! We love you tons!