I hate Valentines Day. I feel so much pressure (from whom? I dunno). I hate going out to eat, because EVERYBODY has the same idea. Nothing summons love for the Lafleur's better than crowds.
This year, we stayed home. Ordered pizza from our favoritest joint. What does summon love in the Lafleur's is the Garlic Lovers Pizza.
Mila was again reminded of how much she is loved. Stever and Grandma Lulu sent lots of 'kisses', good reads, and smelly stickers. Mommy and Daddy gave her bunches of new books (our repertoire was getting rather monotonous).
Next to Amelia, it didn't look like Daddy fared as well, but he did. Mila made that little blue heart by herself, and every time I tried to throw it away, she get it back out and say it was for Daddy.
Mila was told she couldn't touch anything until Dad got home, so this was her position for almost forty minutes. Except that her nose was usually touching the counter. TORTURE!
Some of the anxiety went away when Dad came home with a Dora and a Diego balloon.
It was a delightful evening. Mila was so transfixed with the balloons that she refused to eat dinner, and Mom and Dad ate in peace. Aaaahhhhhhh . . . . . . .
There is a p.s. to this story. Mila brought these balloons everywhere, and after one evening while cooking and having the balloon string trail across my stove for at least the fourth time, I'd had it. I grabbed scissors, and told her that if she came in the kitchen again with the balloon I'd pop it. 'We' agreed she'd keep it out, so I let it go. From absolutely nowhere, a breeze came and sent the balloon directly into the sharpest point of the scissors, and KABOOM, it was gone. I hope to forget the look on my daughters face, the devastation, the look of betrayal. She bawled for almost half an hour, inconsolably. 'Mom popped my balloon. My Diego balloon, it's gone . . . . '
She still talks about it; I was unaware her memory is that good.
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