Why, make a husband-on-a-stick, of course.
Just a few minutes with an old picture, a decent colour printer, some cardboard and clear contact paper, tape it onto some old scrap wood and voila - a poor substitute for the real deal!
Baby thought it was pretty funny.
After she had a good look, and checked it really was a picture of her Daddy, she puckered up and practiced her smooching.
Her baby smooches can be a little... enthusiastic. And quite often they involve the occasional tooth mark and a healthy helping of slobber. I was glad I covered the picture in plastic. I think she has been getting kissing tips from the dogs.
Speaking of dogs, someone wasn't too enthusiastic about the new addition to the house.
After a thorough warning bark, and some manly, nervous prancing, Archie gave up and took refuge in the coffee table.
He is a terrible pansy. Not only is he afraid of disembodied owners, but balloons, feather dusters and Christmas lights. It's a hard life for a dog.
My friends threw me a BBQ in honour of the day. Of course I took husband-on-a-stick.
It was in public.
With people we knew walking past.
I propped him up and he watched the whole thing. And I made him kiss me, too. I am actually amazed I have friends who love me regardless of my antics.
These same long suffering friends brought me a massive bunch of beautiful flowers and an awesome present, too. It was a "Meet Me At Mike's" craft book, stuffed full of creative ideas that made me want to make Every Single Thing in the book immediately.
When I opened the book I noticed a lot of post-it notes. One of my friends had gone through the book and tagged all the things she wants as presents from me in the near future. I suspect the gift was not entirely altruistic!
I'm so glad I don't need friends-on-a-stick, too.