Happy Birthday, Steve!

Steve is 38 years old today!!! I told him we should take the day off and party down, but he said he needed to go to work. Every party has a pooper. Steve pooped his own birthday. But we partied it up this weekend. Suzanne came over on Saturday and I made him a feast: beer brisket, mushroom rice, asparagus, and a chocolate lava cake for dessert. When I asked Steve what he wanted to do for his birthday weekend, the weirdo wanted to make a wreath. Takes all kinds, I guess. So…he made a wreath:

It actually lights up…you can't tell in the pic. Fancy.

Wm also said he "wants to be a sketch artist," so we got him fancy art paper and some fancy art pencils and he's been drawing away. When I left for covenant group last night, Wm was crafting and watching a documentary on Stephen Hawking. He's an odd kid. 

We were watching a movie last night and Wm says to Steve, "he's like you - always worried about what COULD happen instead of what IS happening." SNaP. 

Now that I know Wm can do a pretty good accent, I have been feeding him fun lines. Here's my favorite. I told him to try and look "sad and hungry," but he lost it near the end: