Happy Valentines! I know making sugar cookies isn’t anything new and original to do for Valentines… but I didn’t think that should stop us from having fun. Everything is new and original when you’re TWO!

She is so much fun in the kitchen. She wants to “help” me all the time. I hope she grows up to love cooking and will cook me dinner every night. How great would that be? That probably won’t happen. I think I loved helping my mom in the kitchen too and look at me now. I just hope that doing all these fun things early doesn’t make them boring for later.

I remember when I was eleven or so and I used to have friends over to visit. I’d ask my mom what we should do as an “activity”. She’d say something like, “Why don’t you make cookies together? That would be fun.” And I’d roll my eyes like, that is the most BORING thing in the world. Who wants to make cookies. OH Puleeeeze.

What I really wanted to do was go hang out at the roller rink but for some reason that was always out of question. Finances? The fact that my mom didn’t want to drive us around town? Who knows. But I don’t remember making cookies with my friends. Which is kind of sad now that I think about it. Making cookies IS a totally fun activity to do with friends. I think we were more into washing each other hair in the bathroom sink and pretending to be hair stylists.

That all doesn’t matter now because NOW I have the most perfect friend to play with every day and she spends the night too! Woooo Hoooo! Oh, that’s right. I’m her mom and I have to change her poopy diaper. Why’d you have to bring that up.

Anyway, as you can tell we had a pretty good time making valentines. That may or may not have anything to do with how many sprinkles were involved. There was an incident where the lid shook off the chocolate sprinkles but that didn’t stop us. I think it made it more fun actually. Chocolate sprinkles EVERYWHERE!!!!

Of course no Valentine’s Day is complete without some green hearts….if you’re Baby Bug!

Then we made some homemade cardboard valentine’s cards and today (if we don’t melt from the rain) we are going to dress up as Valentine Fairies (Well, she will. I’ll be wearing a red shirt if I can find one.) and deliver them to our nearby friends. I wish you all lived near by!

Yesterday was not a very good day for me. This morning I walked down to the foggy socked-in beach and thought about it. The beach is a good place to sit and think. I really like it when it’s foggy. Somehow when the weather matches my mood, I end up feeling better. I would have sat there and thought about why yesterday was so awful for a long time but Baby Bug wanted to run down to the water and get her long pants all wet. There is not much time for feeling sorry for yourself when you are a mom. Not unless you want to lay awake at night and stare at the ceiling. I prefer to fall asleep.

I don’t really feel like blogging about it. It’s just the same old stuff that doesn’t deserve attention. Especially when I have so much to be thankful for.

As an after-thought, I could mention that Baby Bug has reached that stage where she says, “mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy…” over and over and over and over all day long. This is not what made me have a bad day but it did sort of drive me bananas. Is this normal? Why does she do this? It’s almost as if she can tell that something is not right and she has to check in with me every second to make sure I’m okay.

I sure hope today is better.

Hey! In other news, I baked a cake! A sand castle cake. My northern California mother-in-law sent me this neat castle cake pan in the mail. It came with this really neat picture of a sand castle cake made out of lemon cake with lots of crumbly sugar all around it making it look just like a sand castle. But I’m the box mix sort of baker and all I had was a chocolate mix so I made a “freshly dusted with snow castle” cake. It was fun. Now I’m just trying to get rid of it. Anybody want to come over and have a slice of gable?

I’m feeling better already, of course. I shouldn’t blog about these sad times because they always pass and usually pretty quickly. I don’t suffer from depression. I don’t even think I’m mentally ill! (Ha ha! Stop laughing.) I’m just moody. That’s what my mom used to always say anyway. My downs always follow highs and then…looptiloo, I’m looping right back into a high again. Which is great really because my highs are full creativity and they make me very very happy. Even though it might sound like it, I don’t think I’m bi-polar either. I’m just moody and I need to learn to keep it to myself.

Surprisingly, I did keep my sad fog to myself pretty well today (besides telling all you guys of course). Earlier, I turned around from my perch at the breakfast bar counter (aka my desk) and told Toby (who is sitting on the couch watching some incredibly boring show on PBS) that I loved him. Just out of the blue to, you know, keep him on his toes.

He says, “Why? What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to say something nice because I’ve been feeling crappy all day and I’m just so happy that I’m not feeling yucky anymore.”

He gets this stricken worried look and says, “You were feeling unhappy today?” He’s thinking, uh oh… I did something wrong and now I’m going to have to sit here and listen to her hash it all out for the next two hours…

Of course I waved him off. He didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no explaining “sad fogs” to Toby. They make no sense to him. Which is fine. I’d rather keep this to myself and my internet friends.

And then I cooked dinner.

Stir fry. I’m sorry to any of my vegetarian friends. I’m sorry I had to show you that dead animal right there.