No, I didn’t learn how to count in Spanish from Bono. So what happened to numero dos? Jason’s second birthday bash was on his actual birthday and involved the two of us seeing the new Harry Potter flick and eating dinner at Café Trio, a darling little Italian place in Salt Lake City that is very reasonably priced. Rosemary flatbread topped with caramelized onions and a balsamic drizzle, served with goat cheese and roasted tomatoes and red peppers…need I say more? Jason and I had a lot of fun on this excursion and came home very full but since that is the extent of my comments regarding that particular outing, not exactly a post-worthy amount of information, I will skip to Jason’s third birthday party.

I painstakingly planned an evening at a campsite up in American Fork Canyon for Jason’s final birthday celebration. I invited some of our friends and family to join us for tinfoil dinners, grilled corn on the cob, s’mores, and hotdogs. Everyone brought their roasting sticks and camp chairs and we spent an evening under the stars around the toasty campfire.

Making tinfoil dinners for that many people was quite an operation. Those of you who have made these before know that all the ingredients have to be cut up into ridiculously tiny pieces in order to cook properly on the fire’s coals. I spent over four hours chopping fifty five red potatoes, roughly 30 pieces of bacon, 6 onions, and an entire Costco-size bag of baby carrots. I was happy with the resulting dinners though and everyone seemed to enjoy my recipe concoction.

After dinner we sang happy birthday to Jason and his brother Jeremy, Jeremy’s birthday is just a few days after Jason’s, and gorged ourselves on yummy Dippidee cupcakes. I was utterly stuffed at that point – a sentiment that I believe was echoed by everyone present.

Many thanks to all of you who shared the evening with us and celebrated the commencement of another year in the life of a fantastic man. Happy birthday Jason!