What's Not to Love?

Despite the fact that I never found a cheap last-minute ticket to anyplace warm, Valentine's weekend proved to be okay.

Dan kept trying to give me his Valentine gift all day Saturday. I think he was just excited that he actually had something, and something good. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He handed me a big Costco-size bag of dark chocolate-covered pomegranate fruit snacks and a gift certificate for a 1-hour massage at a day spa in Provo. He's come a long way since our first Valentine together, when he showed up at my college apartment with a pot of dead tulips and a bag of Fritos. I know.

Later we went out to dinner with his sister and her boyfriend, which was really fun. We laughed pretty hard as she recounted the story from the time that they went to Disneyland and how Dan, at the age of 5, fell from the slide and fractured his skull (not the funny part) and how it was scary because they carried him away on a stretcher and a BODY BAG (the funny part). She meant to say neck brace.

For Valentine's Day we cooked a big breakfast for the kids, complete with blueberry waffles and an assortment of yummy toppings. I'm loving almond butter, by the way (loaded with MUFA). But here is where my horrible mothering skills came into full display. Since Jessica has gotten her braces on, I've been on her to limit her candy intake. But then, without thinking, I went out and bought the kids that gigantic jar of Jelly Bellys for a Valentine gift. When I pulled it out, Jessica immediately burst into tears while Jamison practically made out with the jar. I'm just not ready to deal with emotional girls OR any form of making out.

Hopefully your Valentine's Day was as enjoyable as mine (minus the crying 'tween).