I Heart Speedy McMuffin's Mommy

The Grover Cleveland Awareness weekend started early, and not in a good way, but more in a dental way. Thought that turned out well in the end (or the front), since the Cleaning Lady was a delight, in that she didn't seem to take great joy in causing me an enormous amount of pain. It was almost a pleasant experience. Waterpick, slurp, polish, fluoride goo, you're done.
Wrote her name down for next year.
Then the boss called me into the back room mid-afternoon, and I was genuinely surprised by few folks in the office today singing Happy Birthday around an ice cream cake with a solitary candle burning in the corner. So hooray for military records.
I had planned to take Ryan shopping for a V-Day card for his mother after dinner, so asked that we eat a little earlier than usual. As it was, she had me stop and pick up some pizzas, one of which was in the shape of a heart. Papa John, ya big smoosh.

We started Valentine's Day early, with presents over breakfast tea, before schlepping the gang up to the Verizon Center in downtown DC to go watch "Disney On Ice", your basic lip-synched production centered around The Incredibles saving Mickey and Minnie Mouse from Syndrome's Robot Bowling Ball-cum-Dr. Octopus. Erin really enjoyed the show, even tapping her foot to the songs while nursing, while Ryan sat transfixed by it all, until he offered a short little wave to Alice (as in In Wonderland). Apparently he thought it was Cinderella. Whom we saw later. Along with Buzz Lightyear.
It was an eclectic show.

At intermission, I decided to let Erin stretch her legs in the concourse, and bought Ryan some cotton candy with an Incredibles head-mask thing of the superhero-fast little boy from the movie (Dash) whose name escaped me at the time, so I called him "Speedy McMuffin." Though it really just made Ryan look like a Keibler Bandit.

If my new computer could actually get on the internet, I'd share pictures.

Thanks to Frozone (the only one comfortable on ice, really) and Audience Participation, we were able to save the day, but Ryan still lost it at the end, all sad that no one came to shake his hand or that the show had actually ended or something, who knows. Been a while since I've been 3.
When Erin woke up, I took her to the store to buy dinner, then drove it to Dad's to stick in the oven, even leaving Erin there (the house, not the oven) to go pick up Ainsley & Ryan and give Erin quality Alone with the Big G time. I'd gotten a heart-shaped lasagna to continue the theme, after which the kids ably ran around the house like a couple of nutheads on too much sugar.
Did I mention Erin loved the cotton candy? Or at least it stopped her crying for a few minutes?
I'm such an awesome daddy. I should write a booklet.