My Birthday Boys

This past week we celebrated Jeremie's and Manny's birthdays! Actually, since we don't know Manny's birthday, we just celebrated on the anniversary of his adoption, March 6th. This was actually the first year we celebrated a special day for Manny, which I know sounds terrible as parents. But since we don't know his birthday, we never felt obligated to a specific day. So every now & then, we'd ask Manny: "Buddy, do you want today to be your birthday? Happy Birthday Manny!!!" Although this sounds totally stupid even to me as a type, it has become a regular household joke. Personally, I think every day is like a birthday for Manny...I mean, he really lives the life of ease.  

Anyway--Jeremie kinda got the shaft last year for his birthday because we were in the middle of all the moving....so this year we had a good ole fashioned house party with his requested cookie cake (Um, there is a Nestle Toll House STORE here) and lots of gifts. Usually I get J lots of happies (for those of you who don't know this is a passed down word from my Grammy meaning "small gift") and he picks out his own big gift. This year, I prevailed and found the Miss. State baseball symbol (J's favorite logo) made out of metal/copper. He loved it! He also racked up on gift cards which I have a strong feeling will be used for manly tools. Here is the birthday boy! 

BTW, I think I got ONE piece of the cookie cake. Let's just say we have a cookie monster on our hands and it's not Manny. J was FOR REAL about that cake. He ate it for breakfast, lunch, dinner.....until it was gone. I didn't even have time to take a picture of it! 

As for the little pup, he received a stuffed racoon, Pigs N' a Blanket dog treats, and Denta Sticks. (A selfish gift on our part.) After 15 minutes of squeaking, all of a sudden it stopped, and the coon's life was over. Does this dog look guilty to you? 

Notice the extracted squeaky--mission accomplished.

I can't believe we've had Manny for 3 years now! I'll never forget the day I picked him up. J actually found where the Humane Society listed him on Craigslist, and this was his photo: 

How sad is this picture???? I had actually been to two other humane societies and just didn't click with any of the dogs. The minute I walked in the kennel, I saw this little guy, took him out of the pen and told the people he was mine! And just like that, he went from a stray Craigslist puppy to this: 

And that's about all I have for this week! Happy Trails! 

*Disclaimer: I bet by now you are thinking we are those weird people that are obsessed with their dog. You are exactly right. But do I care what you think? No, I do not.  ; )