The Valentine Lady and other things…
“Valentine’s Day is for amateurs.”
I don’t remember exactly where I heard that quote, but I thought it was funny. The guy saying it was some kind of Smooth Operator and didn’t need a holiday to prove his love. On some level I’m sure I agree, we should show our love everyday. But still, Valentine’s Day is fun.
When El Jefe and I first celebrated V-Day as husband and wife, I remember thinking “I should make it special.” I declared that week as “Love Week” and then wrote a song to the tune of “Love Boat.” I think I tried to have something special for each day of the week. I wish I kept the song somewhere but I bet you can at least figure out the first line: “Love Week! It’s Love Week!….” I don’t know what El Jefe thought of it. He certainly laughed … at me, with me, who knows.
Well, now I’m a mommy and Valentine’s is a bit different. Chunk #1 had his first Valentine party at school. I watched him with his Lightening McQueen cards, deciding who gets what card and why. As he wrote out his classmates’ names I remembered my grade school days of choosing the right card with the right message for the right person. I certainly wouldn’t want the same debacle that Lisa Simpson faced when she gave Ralph Wiggum the “I choo, choo, choose you” card. No , no.
Of course, Chunk #1 isn’t at that level of awareness (or egotism for that matter). He had just a few requirements of his own. His closest friends had to have the card (and tattoo) with Lightening McQueen on it, while the girls had to have the card (and tattoos) with Sally on it. The name had to be written perfectly centered inside the heart that said “To:”. It had to be written with a red pen. And of course, Mrs. S had to have the biggest one.
The Party was a smashing success. Uh, but unfortunately, I didn’t bring my camera.
But, here are some pictures from Valentine’s DAY.
For breakfast, we had “french toast de l’amour”:
This little valentine just loved the heart shaped strawberries. I believe the direct quote would be “aaaawwwwwww”.
Later that day, the Valentine Lady came. The Valentine Lady is a long standing tradition from my side of the family. She leaves Valentines and treats, and even sometimes gifts, at the doors of deserving young children…and even grown men. Chunk #1 would like to catch her, but this year he was napping when she happened to leave something for him and #2 at our front and back door.
Nothing says “I love you” like chocolate.
The next night we had our red and pink dinner (so, I guess it was “Love Weekend”!). Yes, that is a heart-shaped meatloaf standing before you.
If you’re wondering how I made those mashed potatoes look like cotton candy, the secret is beet juice. Beet juice also gives gravy a nice rosy color (and no, you can’t taste the beets). As far as the actual beets go, I thought they might be more palatable to the Chunks if they were cut into little hearts. No, they weren’t. But El Jefe loved them, given his history with the country of Denmark.
Here’s a dirty trick, I had Chunk #2 believing for two seconds that the potatoes were cotton candy. Looking back, that wasn’t very nice of me. A three-year-old’s dream come true would be cotton candy for dinner. No, sorry dear, just potatoes…