fin de la cumpleanos...

Yesterday marked 35 years in the life of a pretty great guy...none other than mein mann, Jeff. The third birthday in the family in under two weeks was marked with a potpourri of appetizers, and a plate of pastry (who wants cake after overdosing earlier in the month?).


His parents and his sister, Lisa, and family (baby Brandt below) came over for the festivities. Nothing makes a grandpa happier than reading a book to a lap full of babies.

Jeff and I capped off the day in a healthy, but heated competition shooting stuff and playing tennis on the Wii. Let's just say that I'm a good shot, but my backhand still stinks. Or I could say that I let him win on his birthday. But lying is not cool.