Happy Valentine's Day!

This year I had a spectacular Valentine's Day with all three of my Valentines. (Yes, this is the best picture I could get of the youngest two.) We dressed up in red and decided to have a San Francisco first. After living in this beautiful city for five years, we finally rode a cable car. We got on at the bottom of California and rode it all the way to Van Ness and back. Max loved riding on the cable car and couldn't believe he could ride without being buckled in. He did get really nervous every time Blake stood up and would say, "Daddy, SIT DOWN!" and point at the seat right next to him over and over. But my favorite was when we got up to Powell where another line of cable cars run. At that intersection we passed three other cable cars and Max kept saying, "Nother one. Nother one. Nother one." Too cute. He was so intense watching everything around him, trying to figure out how everything worked. He would just stare at the bell ringing. So when we got to the end of the line the driver let him ring the bell. He really is an official San Franciscan. Little Jack was the perfect angel and was a hit with the other passengers. One lady who sat by us couldn't keep her hands off Jack and kept congratulating Blake on having two boys.We made it back downtown just in time to see thousands, and I mean THOUSANDS, of people running around carrying their pillow. Apparently, every year on Valentine's there is a huge pillow fight and we were lucky enough to make it this year. I can't even describe how crazy it is. There are feathers flying everywhere. I tried to steer clear so Jack wouldn't get whacked, but Blake and Max got in on all the action. We even borrowed some pillows to take a picture. We look feisty, I know.
We finished off the night with a yummy dinner at Chevy's. A perfect Valentine's.

Earlier in the month Max helped me make hearts to decorate the bedroom doors. On it we wrote why we loved each person. Blake was the easiest. Max loves his Daddy because he rides the bus, goes to work, and takes Max on the elevator. Max loves Jack because he is funny and poops in his diaper. I thought those were good reasons. Max said the reason we love him is because he's a big boy. I'd add "most of the time." And Max loves me because I make dinner. I take that as meaning I sustain the lives of my boys--pretty important. I heart my family.