St. Valentine vs. the Easter Bunny

So, yesterday was St. Valentine's Day. My daughter made valentine bags for everyone in the household. In her head, these bags were to be filled with lucious chocolate treats, and handmade doily heart cards with sentiments of love filling the pages. Instead, I put a small handwritten note to each kid with a tiny chocolate heart. She was quite disappointed. I explained that St. Valentine's Day was to share your thoughts and sentiments with those whom you love. The gift giving is on us - not St. Valentine. He isn't like the Easter Bunny. Believe me, there were lots of chocolates to go around by the time Daddy got home. And a giant card for both little kids.

Grandma came for dinner - but DD would not touch what we ate. She had a little applesauce and her token 5 peas. She did drink 1/2 her glass of milk. Yum. I cought her sneaking candy some time later in the evening.

We were preoccupied with our sad little Molly-cat who had just had two molars extracted that day. Poor Kitty. Her little face was swollen and her eyes - glazed. She was quite an unhappy (and unstable on the little kitty paws) camper. Her twin brother, Spencer, has kidney stones. A busy day at the vet. Getting old is hell. For every living thing, evidently. They are now 80 years old in kitty years!

Meow.