Andrew turned 36 on Saturday—a perfect square, he noted, since Benjamin has been studying perfect squares. "I haven't felt so perfectly square since I was 25!" Andrew noted. We began his day with presents in the morning because Andrew knew he'd be getting a new toaster since our toaster has been on the fritz lately (it was the cheapest toaster we could find back in our grad school days when we found ourselves in the awkward position of having been married long enough that our wedding gifts were starting to wear out but not having been married long enough to actually be making any money yet...so it really was the absolute cheapest toaster we could find).
So he had to open that toaster, see, so he could have new toast for breakfast.
His birthday actually started much earlier than that because we let Daddy sleep in, but the three littlest who were so excited for Daddy's birthday (they just couldn't wait ( some were worried waiting might literally kill them (because some of them thought we intended to starve them until Daddy's birthday))) sang the happy birthday song to Andrew before they ate their breakfast.
Once Daddy was up we did presents. He opened the toaster last. Before that he opened a homemade Venetian carnival mask, which Benjamin constructed weeks ago and saved for this very occasion. He was so excited for Daddy to open it.
Zoë wrote: "I love, love, love, love Dad because, um, he's good at: telling time, doing work, picking up Mom, doing everything right."
To make fun of her acrostic failure, Rachel also wrote a bad acrostic. She wrote:
Thanks for sharing life's adventures with me! I love you so much!"
And I helped the kids come up with a longer acrostic:
Anrew from Orem, an excellent speller!
Everybody likes him.