Happy Valentines day. Blahblahblah. I've never been a big fan of this Hallmark holiday, until today.....
I spent the morning running around getting food (cupcakes) for tonight's dinner with friends. In the meantime, I had called our Pediatrician about Quinn's "abnormal bowel movements" shall we say?
The next thing I know, I'm digging through the trash, looking for yesterday's crappy diapers, to bring in to the doctor to examine. As I was opening soiled diapers one by one and deciding which shitty diaper was shitty enough to bring in, I thought to myself, now This is Love. (For your info, she's fine and like her brother and I, doesn't tolerate lactose.)
From the doctor I drove directly to Hudson's school for the Grandparents Day celebration (which Grandma Dodie just happened to be in town) to watch him perform. I stood in the back of the auditorium filled with grey hairs and watched the entire kindergarten class perform the song "Tony Chestnut" otherwise known as "Toe, Knee, Chest, Nut" where they touch their toes, knees, chest and Head....I found myself praying that when they got to the "nut" part of the song, that Hudson wouldn't grab his own nuts rather then touch his head. He stayed on task but I broke a sweat anyway. Again, I thought to myself, This is Love.
As far as the hubs goes, E made me coffee and delivered it to me in bed, as he does for me every morning (Quinn and I "sleep in" until 7 am.) What's not to love about that?
So folks, I wouldn't say Valentines is my new favorite holiday, but hey sometimes you find love in shitty diapers, inappropriate nut jokes, or just a plain old cup of coffee. Take note Hallmark.
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