The kids woke up to Valentine's treats on their nightstand
The general rule in our household is "good food before junk food." Little Miss J tried to negotiate jellybeans for breakfast by asserting that she had just had good food for dinner last night and therefore her next feeding should arguably be junk food. Well played, but not going to happen, kiddo.
For my Valentine's Day treat, I wanted to go out for breakfast. The Chunglunds have been thwarted by Bacon & Butter one too many times since it moved to Tahoe Park. We were not to be denied our Valentine's Day breakfast.
We arrived at 7:40, 20 minutes before it opened, and we weren't even the first in line. Thankfully, we were close enough to the front that we knew we would get seated as soon as it opened up. By the time it opened, the line was at least a block long and the entire parking lot was filled with cars.
Once we were seated, we heard the host telling people the wait was going to be 45 minutes. There isn't much I would wait 45 minutes for, and there is even less I will wait for 45 minutes for while with child(ren). 20 minutes, on the other hand, was reasonable ... and TOTALLY WORTH IT. I had the pork hash - which was like carnitas with eggs, potatoes and frisee salad. Gus had the cheese benedict and the kids shared a pancake, some fruit, and ate off of our plates, as well.
We also managed the fastest trip to Ikea EVER, thanks to the Ikea iPhone app, which I highly recommend. And a stop at Godiva for the annual Valentine's box. I tell this story just about every year, but for the newcomers or the forgetful - here it is again. When we were first dating (for the second time), Gus pointed out how expensive the box of chocolates he got for me was, but how he felt like he still got the best value (and if any of you know my husband, you know what a big deal "best value" really is to him) since it was refillable. Apparently, he thought those refills were free and was sorely disappointed when they wanted him to shell out another $35 the next year. This has resulted in an annual Godiva tradition for Valentine's Day, which I won't complain about. In fact, I like it and it allows me to share that story year after year ... never gets old.