A Whole New Stu: Ooooh It's a Valentine!

We had a rip-roarin Valentine's Day at the House of Stu. It didn't start off as planned. The x-tra special cookies we were going to make, the home-made cards for NannyManda and Daddy--nope, didn't get made. Instead Monnertown decided on THIS day to wake up early. She has a sixth sense of the ONLY day Mama can sleep in.

Then came the first ~~hour from hell~~ nap. Just. Wasn't. Gonna. Go. Down. That. Easy. But, after a blissful 1.5 hour nap [insert glorious fireworks] what arose from the crib was a happy camper. We were off.

Valentines leggings, check.

Heart-covered fleece jacket, check.

Grandma, check.

Poopy pants, check. Because diapering and dressing a 10-month old isn't harrowing enuff... we gotta add a little stool to the mix. Monner's Valentine's Day gift to me. A heart-shaped Monner Turd.

We went to The Wild Rumpus, which is about the best bookstore in the world. It's Child Heaven. Hell, it's Mama heaven. Ferrets, chickens roaming about the store (Monner's fave), Chinchillas, Cockatiels, lizards, spiders and rats that you can watch from a secret window in the floor. I haven't even yet gotten to the best part, the BOOKS! We came home with books and a sweet ol 'Rabbit puppet.

We walked across the street to Twiggs... it sucked, mean ole lady spy-eying us the whole time, 'lest we take our Wheelie Rider and Roll over her toes or Heavens to Mergatroid, steal her shitty lawn ornaments. So note to this place "MEAN-LADY/No-Man's Land"

We followed the walkway down to the Bibelot, always fun, then it was off to Creative Kidstuff... ooooh yes, toys to share that have served 5 Million children before. To go, where most have gone before (and stuck in the mouth). We escaped with only $12 spent and no pesky illness... so far.

We hit Tilia for lunch. Just to add insult to injury on our perfect day, the Diaper Lords opened up their joke tins and pulled out the over-used pee-leak gag. ON my lap. In the restaurant. And Yup, we changed. Right then and there, Monner, bare-assed standing up waving at people out the window. And you know what? That's PRECISELY what this restaurant needed. Monner pee don't hurt me. Stuffy old wanna-be's eating their fancy, stupid burgers. To add to this Lemons-gone-Lemonade luck, we had a clean Onesie on tap that happened to have hearts on it. Take that A-hole patrons who didn't think my daughter was the best thing to happen in there presumptively-important crappy-ass day.

and now for the evidence--and some pics of Monner and HER valentine... Ethan.