Valentines Day and FAT Tuesday

My facebook status on Friday was that I was a shrew of a wife.  Let me explain...

Henry was at preschool and I was getting Gracie dressed when the doorbell rang.  It was a box from Pro Flowers.  For some odd reason, this made me mad and so I began talking to Gracie about how ridiculous and unromantic her father is.  (Note to self--this is HIGHLY inappropriate behavior.)  The rant went something like this..."What a waste of money.  I like getting flowers, but he couldn't take the time to go get me some and bring them to me?  And I bet you he even got a vase.  Like I need another one of those.  Guess what's going straight to the recycling bin.  He used to be romantic, Gracie.  When we first started dating, he sent me roses twice in one week.  The second time was because they mispelled his name on the card.  It said "Love Solan".  I used to laugh and call Solan the God of Florists.  I bet your dad doesn't even remember that.  How unoriginal is flowers for Valentine's day?"  This rant lasted an entire poop explosion diaper change.  I finally get around to opening the box. 

Guess what?  The flowers were from Solan.

Thank you, Lord, for affirming to me that I am the least gracious person on the planet.  And thanks for giving me a man who loves me despite my being a shrew. 

Oh, and did I mention that I didn't get Sloan Solan anything?  OK, I got him a card that basically said I think I'm great.  (Because all other Valentines cards are either too crude or from the cheesy Nicholas Sparks collection.) 

Him?  Well, he got me flowers, a corsage to wear to our annual Valentine's dance, The Time Traveller's Wife (which was SOOOO not as good as the book), and a Darth Vader Lego watch.  The watch was from the kids, but seeing as they a)have no money, and b)no transportation, I'm counting this to be from Sloan as well. 

This is what I woke up to...

And the kids also enjoyed some Valentine's day treats.  Chocolate for breakfast.  We had two of our nieces spend the night because they babysat for us while we went out.  We paid them in letting them play the Wii.  That's the best price in town...

And yes, Henry is wearing his Halloween pajamas.  Stop judging me.

And why did I also call this post FAT Tuesday?  Because Gracie had a check up this morning at MCV, and my baby weighs in at a whopping 16 lbs, 7 oz.  That's 97th percentile in weight, folks.  But she has grown to 24 inches, which is in the 40th percentile in height range.  The doctor was also surprised to hear that Gracie can roll from both front to back and back to front.  Apparently, this is early to be rolling both ways, and I quote, "That's a lot of weight to be throwing around for a little one."  Gracie is literally so fat that the doctor complimented me for being able to keep all of her fat folds clean.  This is because sometimes Grace's neck smells of sour milk and I have to bathe her so I don't gag from being disgusted.  There was this guy who worked at my high school, the guy who washed the basketball team's uniforms, who did not keep his rolls clean and whenever she gets stinky I think of him.  It's a pretty good incentive.

But there is my funny Valentine.  If she were stretched out you would see that this top, which is supposed to be a loose fitting tunic, is a bit like a sausage casing on her.  And the leggings give her a muffin top.  But dang, is it just me, or is she freakin' adorable?!?