Spreading the love

I hope the husband doesn't mind, but on Valentines Day I had to ask this irresistible little chunker to "be mine." I tell you, it is hard to abstain from nibbling on her sometimes. Apparently someone else wanted to make Lily their Valentine, too, because when I went to get her up from her nap, I found her adorned with a big red glittery heart sticker right on her forehead. (No wonder Eliza never fell asleep during naptime, what with her sneaking around to dole out holiday cheer.)

And I hope Mark also doesn't mind last year when I accidentally asked his boss to "be mine." It wasn't my fault, though. I bought some Dove chocolates (dark, of course) and inserted my own special Valentines messages, which may have erred a little..okay, a lot...on the scandalous side. I slipped them in with Mark's lunch. When he came home I asked how he liked his chocolates, only to hear that he had given them to his boss, a fellow dark chocolate lover, who had been having a bad day. I couldn't get to the phone fast enough, and I demanded that he call her and ask if she'd eaten them (she hadn't...phew!), and would she mind exchanging them for different ones the next day.

This year I got Mark something that he would be hard pressed to give away casually, even if someone were having a really bad day. Don't be deceived by its potting soil-like appearance. Good things come in potting-soil-like packages. At least this good 10 pound package of chocolate chips does. (Bless you, Costco). That should get us through at least until Easter.