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It’s totally almost Valentine’s Day. And I have plans.
Huge ones.
For starters, Nora and I have already chosen pink and red outfits for ourselves. And for baby Susannah. And for P.J. (Sorry, P.J.)
We’ve lined up a few messy, glittery projects for the day- among them, a fabulous Martha Stewart craft that will either a) light up our home and ‘hood with sparkly loveliness, or b) burn down the block.
I’m planning on pestering my best friends, sisters, and parents with badgerly texts of enduring love. They will reciprocate. Or I will be forced to use my phone to call. Or Skype. Or hit them with it at the next available juncture.
Breakfast and lunch will be eaten off of potentially non-food-safe decorative plates and platters adorned with hearts and cupids. Doilies- the ones not shredded by safety scissors- will most likely line the kitchen table, and holiday napkins will be utilized. (And if Nora decides to eat only one bite of each thing, I will not force the issue. Because on a day of Love, we all get to do what makes us happy. And if the crusts do not make you feel full of Love, then- by all means, Nora- do not eat the crusts.)
A Valentine’s Day nap will be had. For it is a holiday, and I always nap on holidays. (Always.) And even if Nora and Zuzu aren’t really feelin’ this one, we shall nap. This differs only slightly from the Full Of Love rule mentioned just prior to this one. (Food is food, but sleep…? There are rules.)
There may or may not be an awesomely decadent dessert project in the works…which may or may not lose all of its Wow Factor due entirely to the two year-old sous chef leaving her own special li’l mark on the treat, on the counters, on the walls, and on her little sister. But I bet it’ll still taste really good.
Dinner will be a ridiculously extravagant affair, naturally. What will she be preparing, you might ask? Is it her husband’s favorite meal? Nope. Her favorite meal? Not so much. It is, in fact, the toddler’s favorite meal; eggplant parmesan, extra parmesan. (Getting to wash the red sauce out of her hair that evening will just add to the day’s festivities.)
And there are presents, obvie. Since neither girl (to the best of my knowledge) knows how to read/has internet access…I can spill the goods. An Angel Cake friend of Strawberry Shortcake’s for Nora. (Since, every time she plays with her “Strawberry Girls,” her sad refrain is: “I don’t even have Angel Cake.”) And for Susannah, a pink sock monkey. (By the time she reaches adulthood, she’ll either have a deep and abiding affection for these sock monkeys…or a definite and very real fear.) And for P.J…
NICE TRY, P.J. You’ll have to wait and see. (But hint: It’s covered in glitter and fingerprints. Actually, that’s not so much of a hint. Everything in the house is currently covered in glitter and fingerprints. It’s one of the cats- surprise!)
But I do have a list of expectations for this bright n’ shiny day. And it doesn’t even include flowers. (Because P.J. brought me purple tulips yesterday. He knows that Holiday Flowers are way trumped by Any Ol’ Day Flowers.) And it doesn’t include couples massages or fancy dinners (because you cannot get fancier than our eggplant dinner- you cannot) or jewelry or even songs dedicated on the radio (a la Live 105.5. Anyone?)
I would like a Valentine from my husband. The kind where he’s actually sealed the envelope. (He’s notorious for not sealing the envelope, which comes off looking like it was just handed to him on the darned train. Invest the time! Seal the envelope!)
It would be great if we could watch one of the most romantic movies of all time. Here’s the trifecta: The Princess Bride, The Thin Man, and So I Married An Axe Murderer. (As You Wish, William Powell, and Haggis? I’m swooning.)
Maybe a crossword puzzle in bed. Especially if I’m allowed to hold the pen, sparing me that sideways-head-cramping-my-shoulderblade thing that always happen when people share crosswords.
I live large, I know.
Wishing you a Valentine’s Day of love and unironically played power ballads,
Keely
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