One Sweet Day

Not that we're keeping score, but today is the 10th anniversary of my first Valentine's Day with Lovey Loverpants in which he was confused by my verbiage and thought that when I said, "We are going out to dinner," I meant with him and not my roommates. This misunderstanding meant he drove 7 hours to my apartment in DC and was dressed in a BOWTIE awaiting my arrival so that we could go out to dinner.  Only, shoooooot!  I had just eaten!  With my roommates.  Don't you remember? So I ordered him a pizza and together we enjoyed it, he eating it, and me enjoying him in a bowtie.

To let the circle go unbroken, we celebrated tonight with a similar circular-shaped pie, only with Baby Girl (and, by extension, Wee En Utero Baby).  We all ate together this year, though, and that was sweet indeed.

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Prior to that, though, there were CHOCOLATE BUFFETS to orchestrate, and this was perhaps one of my proudest feats in the kitchen to date.  I hosted a little Mary Kay showing of our new products (and still have a few gift bags and one of these gift boxes left if you are in the market, I'll send it your way with free shipping). To sweeten the deal, I offered my guests a self-guided tour of chocolate.  Somehow we all managed to find our way....

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Chocolate Pretzel Tart

Homemade strawberry marshmallows

Made with help from Baby Girl

The world's largest shmallow

A glimpse of the buffet:

A few valentines made by Baby Girl and a gluestick:

A few of my sweethearts

Pictureless

Monumental things that have happened recently of which I do not have photographic proof:- 18 hours in Meadville, PA. Cold enough to freeze the freckles off your face. Warm-hearted friends Jamie, Ashleigh, Austin reminded it was worth the little junket to the coldest town in N. America. Although I do hear parts of Saskatchewan are quite cold, too. - Baby Girl getting her first haircut in the bathtub. Lovey Loverpants not noticing. Me telling Loverpants about the shorn locks. Loverpants asking me if I saved a lock as a souvenir. Me looking at him like, For whom do you mistake me? One of those sentimental savers of shriveled umbilical cords in scrapbooks? Gross. - The look of incredulity one of my students gave me when I told him it was time to begin class and that it was insulting that he was trying to carry on a cellular phone convo. I think it was the first time he received this memo. - Breakfast with my former roommates, two of us pregnant, one with punk rock awesome hair, all so excited to be sharing Boston as a common address once more.

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I do have some pictures unrelated, however.

Our snowman menagerie, por ejemplo:

My awesome new commuter mits:

Chicken n' Waffles. Don't hate, congratulate.

And a pottytrainer:

All in Two Years' Work

Baby Girl, Daddy and I are so proud of you and have loved the last two years of being your parents. We pray that we may continue to help shape your character as a child of God. You are a precious gift and we cannot wait to share this next year with you!

Love, Mama