This is 45.

These first three pictures are courtesy Micah. That sweet face...

I rode in the backseat with Judah. He was just so cute. And we were in the truck and it's rather bumpy, so hid sweet little cheeks were jiggling the whole time.

We also saw this....Corvette?! I mean, who does that to a Corvette? The boys said it appeared to be plywood. Which I guess these days is kinda a sign of wealth, given the lumbar shortage and all. But still. 

Hands. They're the best chew toy. Can't drop them and rarely wack yourself in the face with them!

Also, Judah went to physical therapy today. It went very well, and he's not behind in anything thus far. We'll check back in a month or two and see if he's still tracking. 

Steak and Shrimp?! Well, you only turn 45 once! No, not me thankfully- and I had bison- but Rich celebrated 45 today. And Bryan and Ruch are going fly fishing this weekend to celebrate some more. 

Clearly, it's difficult to get a quick pic of the food without a hand already sneaking a taste around here!

Katherine managed to get little Judah to fall asleep (watching the kids out the window) and then held him for a good long while, while he slept. I enjoyed the break but it would have been more useful at home where I could have accomplished something!

This is 45. Cigars, whiskey, and a decent weather day to spend some time outside!