We've never really celebrated Valentine's Day in a big way. We were already engaged by the time we spent our first Valentine's Day together and we went to one of those paint your own pottery places. SHUT UP. It was fun. I made something that has since broken and husband made a piggy bank that now sits in Bub's room. As far as I can remember that was the last time we made date-y plans for Valentine's Day.
Last year we decided to take Bub to Build-A-Bear.
This picture is all kinds of misleading. Looks like he loved it, right?
Wrong. He hated it. I finally sent husband off to entertain him and I finished the bear on my own, without tears.
I had been wanting to take him to Goofy's Kitchen for his birthday, but given that there's a baby due within days of his birthday we had to bump things up a bit. It would appear that we've started a tradition of doing something fun with the kid(s) for Valentine's Day and that's just fine with me.
Except I should probably learn from the past.
He couldn't have been happier about the idea of Goofy visiting him.
He could, however, have done without some of the other characters.
But finally, his wish was granted.
I mean, come ON. Who needs an overpriced prix fixe menu when there's that? Not to mention the Mickey Mouse pancakes.