On Valentine's, I was quite the domestique. I dipped strawberries in chocolate, made about a thousand heart-shaped sugar cookies, and cooked a salmon dinner for my family.
I picked Jon up from school and even though he'd probably would have preferred to relax at home after an exhausting day at school, he humored our little guy and took Jonah for a walk around the neighborhood while I cooked dinner.
Sophie saw the chocolate covered strawberries lying on the counter to dry and immediately started begging for one. I told her they weren't ready yet and she would have to wait until after dinner. With them gone and me left with Sophie, I turned on some cartoons for her and ran out to the superfluous fridge in the garage for some supplies. Upon my return, I turned to say something to Sophie and there she stood, strawberry in hand, chocolate covering her face. I'm pretty sure I was only gone for about 20 seconds. I said, "Sophie, I said no strawberries! What are you doing? (I'm not mad, I'm more surprised at her ability to reach up and cleanly swipe a strawberry off a counter that's a good foot taller than she)" and her reply was, "Mom, I said please!" I couldn't help but laugh. There was no evidence of a chair being moved or a struggle involved in reaching the biggest strawberry of the batch.
Some of our other Valentine's activities included making cards for Grandpa & Mimi Green and eating pink, heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast!
I picked Jon up from school and even though he'd probably would have preferred to relax at home after an exhausting day at school, he humored our little guy and took Jonah for a walk around the neighborhood while I cooked dinner.
Sophie saw the chocolate covered strawberries lying on the counter to dry and immediately started begging for one. I told her they weren't ready yet and she would have to wait until after dinner. With them gone and me left with Sophie, I turned on some cartoons for her and ran out to the superfluous fridge in the garage for some supplies. Upon my return, I turned to say something to Sophie and there she stood, strawberry in hand, chocolate covering her face. I'm pretty sure I was only gone for about 20 seconds. I said, "Sophie, I said no strawberries! What are you doing? (I'm not mad, I'm more surprised at her ability to reach up and cleanly swipe a strawberry off a counter that's a good foot taller than she)" and her reply was, "Mom, I said please!" I couldn't help but laugh. There was no evidence of a chair being moved or a struggle involved in reaching the biggest strawberry of the batch.
Some of our other Valentine's activities included making cards for Grandpa & Mimi Green and eating pink, heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast!
