This past Tuesday the kids woke up to pink, heart-shaped pancakes and strawberry flavored milk. Being that I've usually got my Go-Go-Gadget camera that magically appears at all the right moments, it's hard to imagine that I did not get any valentine breakfast pictures. But, if I'm being honest, the heart-shaped pancakes were taking more time than I wanted so after four of them I began the typical spoonful-plop-of-batter on the griddle. Micah was a huge fan of his milk until he heard Grady Lee say, "My milk tastes like medicine. Do I have to finish it?" Suddenly Micah didn't like his milk anymore either and pushed it away. Annalyse like her milk just fine, but wanted nothing to do with her pink pancake. You know, you win some and you lose some.
The boys had their weekly Bible class on Tuesday and had a small Valentines Day party. I was serenaded the whole drive home with a lovely (this is debatable) song about love while they excitedly ripped open the handful of cards and treats they got.
For lunch, the extent of my valentines creativity was heart-shaped PB&J, heart-shaped cheese, and strawberry parfaits. Micah asked if next time I could make his sandwich "in the shape of all the letters in my name. If you spell my name with my food then I will really know that you love me, Mom." Sure thing - I'll get right on that.
Our Valentines Day dinner was put on hold until Thursday night when our friend, Sean, came over. Sean is here for dinner every Thursday evening and he and Grady then work through a Bible study together. He's usually not even out of his car and walking up the driveway before my boys are tackling him, hanging on his back, and asking him if he wants to play a game. He upped his rock star status this week when he came bearing valentine gifts! No way was I going to get a picture of them standing still and smiling. Everyone was way to excited to open their candy and eat it before I changed my mind in allowing them to have a treat before dinner. (Notice Annalyse's scowl? That girl was bent out of shape that she could not get her lollipop open!)
I tried to come up with a semi-valentinsey meal that I knew my boys would still eat. How about heart-shaped cucumbers and tomatoes with some pink Ranch dressing? I admit, it was nauseating to look at pink dressing all over my salad but it didn't taste any different so I managed to get it down.
Unfortunately, doting grandparents have accustomed my boys to thinking that whenever they open an envelope it guarantees a personal card with either money or candy that tumbles out. Once they realized there were no hidden treats inside they still got excited about playing the game. And, surprisingly, they came up with some pretty good answers, too.
I've got another year until I need to think about red and pink and hearts and how that fits into meal planning. In the meantime, I'm grateful for my precious valentines that tell me everyday they love me, even when I say, "No, Mr. Sean is not going to sleep in your bedroom tonight" and even when I laugh out loud after the fact that Grady Lee insists on including Sharky in our family prayers.