A great man, a sick boy and some fine tasting pork

Today we celebrate the birth of a great man. He is a great father, a wonderful husband, a good friend, a skilled painter, a master auto mechanic, a witty writer, a Biblical scholar, a fabulous cook, an exemplary engineer, a keen political mind, a pro ATV rider, and a creative genius. That's right, I'm speaking of my husband. The best giver of back rubs and good advice around. The person I turn to for solace, laughter, insight, understanding and an all around good time.

In honor of his birthday, we dined at a fine eating establishment tonight called The Smokey Pig - because my man likes him some barbeque. I'm sure you've already developed a mental picture in your mind of what this place must look like, but just in case you haven't yet, see below...














I must say it was delicious. Everything they brought us to eat was wonderful. And the service was perfect. So if you're ever in Ashland, VA (I promise, it's worth the drive) make a point to stop there and enjoy the rustic, pig-filled dining room for yourself.



In other news, OBB is a sick little bear. Today I found him laying down on the couch watching Sesame Street out of the corner of his eye - that's how miserable he was. So I decided he could use some milk and M&Ms. I'm not a proponent of giving kids chocolate. Heck, I don't even give OBB juice. But his sad little face definitely perked up when he saw the little colored morsels of chocolate goodness coming his way.

Here he is on the couch...
















And after some much needed chocolate therapy...