While we don’t have anything against Valentine’s Day here in the Greene household, we do try to steer away from the commercialism that demands spending lots of money so your significant other knows you love him or her. Instead, we traditionally do a little fancier dinner at home and let the kids participate, too.
This year, that meant serving dinner on our seldom-used china.
Though not everyone got to use the fancy dishes.
It meant a fun, pink Valentine’s drink.
And Valentine’s clothes, too. No matter if they are decorated with aforementioned pink Valentine’s drink.
It meant a do-it-yourself floral arrangement from Paul, since Trader Joe’s ran out of the potted orchids he usually likes to give me (and I like to receive).
Not bad for a guy who is partially colorblind. Ariadne approves.
It meant a husband who was willing to hold a fussy baby so I could finish my dinner, since Ariadne has a knack for knowing exactly when we are ready to sit down and eat. Actually, he does this pretty much any time she’s fussy during dinner. That is love.
It meant heart-shaped cake pops that weren’t perfect but still tasty.
And, of course, it meant messy hands.
It meant homemade Valentines to Daddy from three little girls.
And a little bit of LOTRO geekery from this wife to her husband and best playmate.
A fun and tasty Valentine’s Day! Hope yours was just as nice.