Nahnahnahnahnah, you say it's your birthday....

...nahnananana, it's Gty's birthday too!!

That's right, people. It's my baba's birthday today. In honor of him, I shall do a photo tribute to him. And no, tribute is not too dramatic of a word... it's his birthday, c'mon.

Here is the young man a mere 37 years ago. Sidebar, wasn't my FIL cool? He's all Buddy Holly meets James Dean here. He still exudes coolness, btw. Anyway, that is EXACTLY what Jbird looked like as a baby. Exactly. With no variations. It's actually quite strange to see my FIL at age 30 holding my baby.



Then Gty grew up a little and turned into Dennis the Menace. How cute is he? It's no wonder our kids are so dang adorable. And here I was thinking it was MY genes this whole time.



Whoops.... spoke a little too soon. If Jbird is truly Gty's clone then I guess I need to brace myself for some awkward years comin' up....



I don't even think "awkward" truly describes what is going on below. Is that a saxophone I see there? For some reason I had this picture saved as "ladykillah." Well.... yeah! Obviously!



I wish I had that picture that I made that regrettable comment about but alas, I do not. Needless to say, he grew up, went on a mission and went from totally geek to totally chic! That's about when I jumped on the Gty bandwagon. Try not to stare at the caterpillars that are in the spots where my eyebrows should be. Yikes. My friend, Phoxy, looked at this picture for the first time and, after getting control of her laughing, said "It looks like you... but not really.... like...it's your twin sister that was never let out of the house."



One of my fave pics of Gty & the boys. They were 1 1/2 and 3 1/2 there. Love it.



And one of my favorite recent pictures of Gty. Not necessarily because it's a great picture of him, but because it shows how much he absolutely adores BeeBee. Several times a day he'll turn to me and say "Have you ever seen a cuter little girl?" She sooo had him at hello it's not even funny. I love it. Especially because he was thinking he didn't even really want any girls. Silly, silly Gty.



For those of you who don't really know Gty, I have a couple of stories to illustrate his personality. He is absolutely the funniest person I know. He makes me laugh all day, every day. He handles things in such a great way & makes life so much more enjoyable. The best thing about him is he doesn't let me get away with ANYTHING! I am comfortable enough to admit that some other guys would be unable to "deal" with me... I'm bratty & mean. Gty knows this. Gty handles it. Gty, in some strange way, loves it. ::insert line here about how he's my soulmate, blah blah blah::

Example Numero Uno:

There are times when Gty goes to bed before me. It doesn't happen very much, but when it does I have some complaints. We have several pillows on our bed. Some for show & some for sleeping. Well, when I go to bed, I take all the non-essential pillows off the bed, place them lovingly on the floor, lovingly turn on the ceiling fan, lovingly open the window, and lovingly close the blinds. When Gty would go to bed before me, he'd barely carve a little place out for himself in between the pillows and go to sleep. I would then come in, in the pitch dark, and then have to take off all the pillows, open the window, turn the fan on, etc. It bugged me (I told you I was bratty). So I asked Gty if he would plzthanks be a little more considerate (see?) and take care of some of the pre-bed routine when he goes to bed first so I don't have to do it in the dark.

The next day I walk into our bedroom to go to bed and this is what I find on my pillow (all decorative pillows were off, btw):



See what I mean? His ability to not take anything except BYU football too seriously is truly a gift.

Second Example:

My sister's all time favorite Gty story is when I wanted to toot my own horn & it backfired a bit. Gty had gotten out of the shower & went to put on some deodorant. His was pretty much gone so he then walked over to where I keep my surplus of all things toiletry and grabs another one. I turn around all smug and say "Wow. Isn't it so nice to just walk over there when you need something and just pull it out without having stepped foot in a grocery store for years?" To which he immediatly replied "Well yeah, and isn't it nice to go into a store and swipe that magic card thingy and just get stuff you want having never worked a day in your life?"

a) I totally worked at Staples the summer after my senior year of high school.
b) Oh... right.

See what I mean? I need him. Had I married anyone else they would probably just be over in the corner in the fetal position by now. And our kids would only be half as cute as they are now.

So Happy, Happy Birthday to my dear sweet. "For his birthday" he stayed in UT to watch UCLA get annhilated by the Cougs and is flying home today at 2pm. We will then proceed to shower him with birthday wishes, open presents and eat ice cream cake. Then he's home for two weeks straight! Yay!

I love you, Baba!