Valentines Day

I love Valentines Day! I really do and I love thinking of fun ideas, of what to get/do for Anth on v-day. But as I went to bed last night I was so happy the day was over.

I got a fun idea to do for Anth off someone elses blog (I can't remember who, I looked at too many, sorry), some fun little love hearts. At 12:30 I was up feeding Bens so I set them all out around the house, in his car, and bag that goes to work with him. I was so excited for him to find them. Come 5 am when he got up to get ready for work...I was just getting back in bed from feeding Bens (it was the 3rd time that night). I was still excited for him to find the fun little love notes but told him to be quiet getting breakfast and not to wake Bens. About 5 min later I hear this huge crash and the babe starts crying. I had not replaced the lid to our full-to-the-brim granola bucket so when he went to grab it, it crashed to the floor. Needless to say, I went up to comfort Bens and Anth apologized and said he loved the little surprises everywhere. At that point I really didn't care about the surprises and told him to have a good day.

The rest of the day was ok. But our little man is majorly congested so needed to be held all day and didn't sleep longer that 15 min. We had decided earlier that we'd just stay in that night, I'd make dinner and we'd watch a movie. We'll when I started making dinner I put the needed amount of butter in the frying pan, about 3 tbl, turned on the burner, to about medium heat and then turned it off b/c I realized Anth wouldn't be home for awhile and I didn't need to start it yet. At about that time Benson got really fussy. He likes to look at the trees in our yard so I took him outside to calm down. He loved it and we were out there for about 5ish min, when I decided to go back in the house for a blanket to sit on the grass with. When I walked into the house it was half filled with smoke. Just like it looks in the movies. The whole stove looked to be in flames (really it was just the one burner but the flames were huge). I'm sure I said something like "holy cow" or "oh crap." I promptly remembered all the kitchen safety lectures I'd given to my students. I grabbed the pan, set it on the tile floor and threw a dish cloth over it, smothering the fire, distinguishing it. Then Bens and I opened all the windows, doors, and turned on all the fans in the house, trying to ventilate. Our stove is old, I think it was made before vertical blinds were invented. Two of the knobs are stripped, so really they can't be used and the other two, the front ones, are almost stripped. When I had turned the burner off I turned the knob but it didn't turn the burner off, just to high. Hence the fire and smoke. Also, we recently bought some smoke detectors but haven't installed them yet. (We will soon, very soon)

Anyway, the fun night didn't stop there. Benson and I waited outside for Anth to get home and to let the house air out. I was about in tears but then my neighbor drove up and came over to talk. While we were talking Anth got home and we started saying goodbye. At that point I took a step backwards, onto a loose brick (lines our flower beds) and fell back, smashing a bush, and scrapping my leg almost to the point of needing stitches, not to mention my broken pride. Basically I sacrafised myself and can say Benson wasn't harmed at all.

I still really like v-day but hope next year will be a bit less eventful.

Some of the hearts

Example of how I put them everywhere