Earlier this week, I got sick. It was just a cold, but I felt bad enough to have to take a day off of work. While I was home feeling crappy, I received my first valentine’s gift . . . from my 4 year old son. He had gone to the library with our au pair and done a craft project while he was there. When he came home, he told me that he had made a special gift for me. And then he gave me this:
When I untied the ribbon wrapped around the rolled up dark pink felt, I saw this:
When I unfurled it, I found a very long pink felt ribbon with a hand on each end. There was one grey hand stapled to one end of the long ribbon, and one pink hand stapled to the other end. When I asked my son if those were his hands, he said, “No, mommy! The pink one is a piggy hand, and the grey one is an elephant hand!” I just want to squeeze him SO HARD.
On VD morning, very very very early in the morning, I dragged my sorry tired ass out of bed, went into the bathroom, and there on my bathroom sink, I found my first official VD present. Flowers and a card from the hubs:
So, while a sweet gesture bright and early in the morning (did I mention it was really early? Yeah.), it also had the unintended (maybe) bonus of planting an earworm in my brain of the song Boyfriend, which would linger there the entire freaking day. Well played, hubs. Well played, indeed.
When I got home from work, I whipped up a special dinner for my kids, to reflect the special day and my love for them:
When I saw my boys, they were both so excited to give me the presents they got for me, that they ran up to me and thrust them upon me. Each had a small heart-shaped vase with flowers and a card. If only I had 4 hands, I would have been able to grab everything they were throwing at me.
And then the hubs and I exchanged our presents. He had already given me the flowers earlier in the morning, but when I got home, there was this HUGE box waiting for me with this on the side:
The boys were very excited about this huge box sitting in our living room, and could not wait for me to open it. So I did . . . and what I found was this:
Yes, that is indeed a 4 and 1/2 foot tall stuffed bear. The chair he is sitting in is actually one of those oversized chofa (chair/sofa) chairs. So, yeah. BIG bear. The boys loved that bear. In fact, I think it was more of a present for them then me, as they jumped on and laid all over that thing all night.
Now, as for the hubs and my presents for him . . . this was a tough one. Most Valentine’s Days, he showers me with presents, including flowers, chocolates and numerous gifts. And my little gifts to him pale in comparison. But not this year. This year, I had a plan. A plan I devised with a little help from my friend Peg. She talked on her blog about an underwear bouquet she made for her hubs one year. So, as a take on that, I decided to gift my hubs with a beautiful and creative bouquet of my own.
Take that humongous stuffed bear taking up half of my living room floor right now!! That’s right. That’s how you do the VD in our house.
So, how was VD in your abode? Did your sweetie shower you with gifts? Or did you just have a nice low-key evening? Do tell . . .