Reece turned 29...

Back in October, my husband took a step closer to achieving his dream of becoming an old man.

It won't be long now before Reece can wear his Mr. Rogers cardigans, sweat suits and moccasin slippers while reading his newspaper and eating his jello cup in peace.

If you think I'm kidding, you don't know Reece very well.

We made a weekend out of the celebration, as is customary round these parts.

Naturally we kicked off the festivities with some birthday bowling.

 The party continued the next morning with a birthday breakfast at Ruth's with Reece's siblings.

The mile-high biscuit is the new cupcake.

And then, of course, we went to the zoo.

We all have a happy place.

Mine is Target, my husband's is Hogle.

 That evening we gorged ourselves on sushi in honor of our October 6th birthday boys.

And to cap it all off, Reece went to Buffalo Wild Wings with a group of his best bros and brought home a bottle of birthday wing sauce.

I'm confident he'd name that gift as one of the highlights of his 29 years of life.

 Love this guy.

Also, I'm realizing 95 percent of our birthday celebrations involve food...