I love Vday.
Harry is writing a story tomorrow in writer's workshop about all of the heart-shaped food he consumed. He is organizing it chronologically starting with the toast and cookie he had at breakfast, then the pb&j and strawberries in his lunch, followed by the cookie he had at his class party, and topped off with the heart-shaped meatloaf Ben made for dinner.
Next year, he would like everything shaped like real hearts, not love hearts. Erm.
Ben sent me a dozen gorgeous long stem roses to my office last week because he was a jerk, and I was hormonal, and they died yesterday on our kitchen island, but the garbage man didn't come for some reason, so I left them there because our trash was bulging. This morning Harry said, "I think dead roses are even more beautiful than alive ones." Emo?
Jack loves to go into the baby's room and try on her things.