Happy Valentine's Day!

I haven't posted in a while... February has been busy!

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This post and the previous post have pretty much the same photo. Ahh well. I'll have to get creative with my iPhone for the next couple pics. It's not often I get the two kids sitting together, sitting still.

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I made some pretty nifty chocolate banana milkshakes this day. The whip cream, I'll admit, really added to the flavor.

Whip cream and sour cream were two things we never had in the house when I was a kid. Just ask Jess. I've learned to appreciate having them both now that I've married into the Weibel/Romero family.

Please don't ask me about the anti-creamite past of the Jones family. It's a dark chapter.

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This upset me: I was having kind of a bad day, and then I dropped my autographed Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka photo behind a cabinet in my basement. Boyd was downstairs with me, and watched me panic.

The thing is, I think I'd have to essentially remove the cabinet from the wall to get to the photo. I got on the ground and looked all over for a way to access this little sliver of earth, and I couldn't find an easy way. It will/would be a nightmare to get back there...

Boyd and I were in-between games of Uno when this happened. Without saying a word, he went upstairs.

A minute or two later Boyd came down with my old C-3PO Star Wars carrying case, full of old Star Wars characters, that I've let Boyd play with for a few months now. 

"Here you go, Dad. You can have this back."

"Why, Boyd? Don't you want it anymore?"

"I don't know..." he sighed.

"Are you giving this back to me because you know I'm upset about the photo I just lost behind the cabinet?"

"Yes."

"Thanks Buddy. I appreciate it. But if you still like those toys, their yours. You want to play with them right now?"

He did, and he did. Such a sweet little boy.

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I interrupt that Hallmark moment to mention that five minutes later, Boyd broke the head off of C-3PO.

(No, not the case, but the C-3PO inside the case.)

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Quiet Valentine's Day here. Adro and I went to the casino mid-day (she had the day off, I worked from the restaurant there). Then I went and picked up Boyd. He and I stopped in at Quinton's for a little Buck Hunter. Then picked up a heart-shaped pizza and brought it home for dinner.

The pizza and cheese sticks were really good!

Everyone went to bed early. I went back to work (I'm so behind at work right now.)

I told Evey the heart-shaped pizza has been a tradition for about 10 years now.

"That's how old I am!" she said.

"Exactly. When you were born, that's when me and mom stopped going out for Valentine's Day, and instead, fed a little baby pizza!"

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Boyd has a new saying, and it works every time even though he uses it all the time.

Best example: 

When Adrianne went to Florida, I cooked a breakfast that I quit cooking a long time ago because I don't think Adrianne loves it plus it's not so healthy (eggs over easy, breakfast potatoes and bacon with tortillas). Boyd has probably never had this breakfast (I stick to breakfast burritos, breakfast biscuits and omelettes now) so I figured, what the heck. I'll make it for him, if he doesn't like it, I'll throw it out and make him something else. It was a Saturday morning, no big deal.

Boydee can be a little bit picky sometimes, and I try to encourage him not to be. But he's 5, and...

Evey is still sleeping at the time. I go ahead and make Boyd's breakfast, set the plate in front of him (I cooked the eggs more over-hard than over easy, just to not totally freak him out) and then went back to the stove to cook my eggs.

"Dad..." Boyd says, "I don't like it..."

I turn around ready to snap, "DID YOU EVEN TRY IT?!?" when Boyd says, after a long pause, "...I LOVE IT!"

OK, so we're sort of on to the joke now, but it's still so cute that we let him play it out.

It'll be awkward the next time I make him some dish I'm really proud of, and he says, "I don't like it..." but there's no second part.