2.14.2006

I (heart) Valentines Day, sort of.

It's amazing how quickly things can change.

A few short years ago February 14th would have meant an evening of solo journaling, mostly detailing why the entire marketing department of Hallmark needed to go to hell. Or I might have spent the night cozied up with my best girlfriend in some little West Village boite, ideally one peppered with "other" lesbian couples, so that we too would be presented with a complimentary glass of champagne and wilty red rose. Now it's a holiday I can pretty much stomach once a year.

Tonight won't be anything like GiftFest 2002, which included a weekend at a b&b, two dozen red roses, gourmet chocolates, lingerie that I actually looked decent in, a hot pair of boots, and meticulously handwritten cards that made me laugh and cry and pledge my love in the most cliché terms imaginable. But hopefully I will whip up a decent enough fondue to keep Nate from reminding me why he does all of the cooking. And if we're really lucky, the baby will decide the crib isn't a half-bad place to sleep after all.

I had actually started this entry by listing of all the reasons I fell in love with Nate way back when, long before there was a dog to walk or mortgage to pay or a baby who demanded consoling right in the middle of foreplay. But I've concluded that the list was more for him than for you. And so it's going right into his card. Not everything in a blogger's life needs to be for public consumption.

(Although I will tell you that #4 was how the first time I accidentally fluttered the sheets, he responded with, "don't worry! Farts are funny!")

As for the rest of you, I hope you get off the damn computer, at least for part of the night, and try to remember what brought you to Crazy Babyland in the first place.


7 Comments:

Blogger Mistry said...

First visit to your blog, loved this post and it reminded me to get off my ass and this machine and get some work done and spend some love time with my little ones...

2/14/06, 6:16 PM  
Blogger Stefania Pomponi Butler aka CityMama said...

Farts *are* funny! Always. They're never not funny. Ever.

2/14/06, 11:01 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

I made fondue too. How did yours turn out? Mine had the consistency of glue but tasted great. I used a recipe from epicurious.com.

I liked your line about remembering the reasons you fell in love "long before there was a dog to walk or mortgage to pay or a baby who demanded consoling right in the middle of foreplay." That captures is all. Still, the fact that the moments are fewer and farther between somehow makes them even sweeter.

2/14/06, 11:54 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Hey thanks Mistry. Come back anytime. No password protection here.

Citymama: If you like farts then you would have loved being at our place last night after the cheese fondue.

Heather: Mine was also from epicurious, "classic fondue" or something clever like that." I bet yours was terrific too; it's hard to mess up melted cheese and a cup and a half of wine.

2/15/06, 8:15 AM  
Anonymous dorf said...

Real writers show us things we forgot to see. Thanks for reminding me how how important each day has to be. We waste so much time doing the east stuff like diapers and laundry. The hard stuff is maintaining and sustaining our lives with the ones we love.....

2/15/06, 9:44 AM  
Blogger stefanierj said...

Lovely post, and thanks for visiting mommymatic. I can see your love for Dr. Sears is almost as full-bodied as mine. I know we just met and it's only my first comment and all, but hey, wanna blogroll each other?

2/15/06, 1:43 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Stephanie: consider yourself blogrolled. I think mommymatic is dandy as well. I'm compelled by anyone who's called both Poland and Ashville, NC home.

2/15/06, 1:54 PM  

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