Yes, yes, it's very patriotic. . .

On Saturday, July 4, at our house we celebrated not the birth of our country, but the birth of Cy. Of course people were making their typical jokes about being born on the Fourth of July (it's not like he hasn't heard every single one of those jokes a billion times before).

We started the festivities on Friday night with a trip to Chili's where our waiter called Cy "Boss" and "Birthday Man." (He was less than thrilled.) We got a free chocolate chip molten cake for his birthday though, so I guess it was worth enduring the silly comments.

On Saturday, we played some tennis then had breakfast at IHOP. Then Saturday night, we headed over to Frank and Andrea's house for some Pizza Hut pizza and break-and-bake cookies (Cy's birthday request). For his birthday, Cy had already received an iPod touch from me and rain barrels from his parents (pictures to come, along with aforementioned pictures of trees). On his birthday, he got the Ultimate Missions Collection (Mission Impossible 1, 2, & 3) on blu-ray from my family, and a plethora of tennis balls and some grip from Wes, Kelly, & Noah (tennis balls are always a great gift, and much needed).

Then we went home to watch one of the Mission Impossible movies and try to ignore the fact that all of our neighbors were setting off fireworks well into the night. The people behind us were setting off some huge ones that we could watch through our living room windows. That was kind of interesting.

Overall, I think it was a good birthday for Cy. Even if he is now only one year away from thirty.