Happy 34 to BRETT

August was nuts (as always), and Brett's birthday was in the thick of it (as always).

 

Coming off of lots of baby sickness, what we needed most was a night out to celebrate.

 

Lucky for us, my mom is a saint- and she took the kiddos while we went for a few hours.

 

We headed to the Black Sheep in Provo for a yummy dinner.

 

 

That nacho was all Brett needed for his 34th.

 

Then, we walked around on a beautiful night and had ourselves some delish Rockwell Ice Cream.

 

Good thing I'm smoooooth and goobered chocolate all down the front of me.

 

This picture makes me giggle:

 

 

The next night, we had a combo party for Brett and Dan at Top Golf with just the adults.

 

Awww...these two.

 

 

 

Russ was still recovering from his sickness, so he got to stick with us for the night.

He was such a problem. Again!

Not.

 

The whole gang.

 

 

We headed back to our house for cake and presents with the kiddos.

Impressive control.

 

 

Despite another "weak" gift giving year from me (creativity -- lost), we sure tried to give Brett the attention he deserved.  Unfortunately Russ being so sick really made things difficult.

 

Luckily, Brett doesn't care and is always such a good sport.

He's an impressive mug for 34, and I couldn't be prouder of him.