Today, the 15th, is an anniversary of sorts for Pea and I: the first time we said “I love you”. It was after a night where we made an elaborate Valentines dinner and had martinis and prepared for Pea to be away on business for six weeks. We both scrupulously avoided saying it until the clock ticked over to midnight, away from a holiday we both dislike.
So for us, Feb. 15th is Love Day. We’re going out for dinner, which I feel is brave of us. Hopefully the restaurants are nicely deserted after the flurry of the 14th.
Yesterday was a good day, despite a very rough night. Spud is very congested and keeps half-choking on mucous when lying down. He spent from 5 am onwards sleeping on my chest, to be upright, after waking up three times between 12 am and 5. Understandably tired, he hung out in the swing for a while and took a three hour long carrier nap, which was the longest stretch of me having two hands free since he was born. You can get a lot done in three + hours!! Once he woke up, and was changed and fed, we ventured off to buy a humidifier for our room to see if that will help him clear this mucous (and perhaps curb my nighttime nosebleeds – our room is crazy dry). A successful trip, including three other errands that had built up.
Pea has been musing about experimenting with different kinds of flour in his bread making. On the way home, I decided to stop at Bulk Barn to see if they had anything interesting. Spelt! Rye! Oat! Success! I decided to save them as a surprise for Love Day.
We got home, and it was only once Spud was changed and fed and I was trying to address a letter that it hit me.
I bought flours.
I bought Pea flours for Love Day. Pun unintended.