Valentine’s Day has already been hard on my heart…from a stress perspective, that is. As I mentioned yesterday, I signed up to be class party game mom and had yet to complete Kellan’s valentines so today I had my work cut out for me.
Last night my afternoon sitter informed me that she would be taking today off to mourn the weekend death of her cat, and my husband informed me that he would have to work late this evening (which trust me, is NOT code for “I’m actually using this time to shop for your awesome Valentine’s Day gift.”) That news meant that the time I had planned to set aside for catching up on all of my tasks was cruelly snatched away from me at the last minute. A shot through the heart!
I left the house early this morning with Kellan and Larissa to run errands. Among other things I wanted to buy Rob a new cologne, but unfortunately I left that task as the last one on our list. Big mistake. Larissa’s patience was worn thin by this time and as I tried to navigate the fragrance counter, she screamed “I want candy!!!” over and over (and over) again as giant tears streamed down her face. I have no idea where she even got the idea of candy to begin with, but she was pretty clear about the fact that she wanted some. I ended up having to flee the store without making a purchase, and instead smelling like I’d spent the afternoon speed-dating playboys. Heartbreaking.
When we returned home, I summoned Kellan to the kitchen table so he could sign all 18 of his valentine’s cards - which he did in one sitting! I had to use my feminine wiles to get him to comply, but thankfully, men of all ages are equally easy to entice if you dangle the right carrot. In Kellan’s case, all I had to do was whisper, “iPhone”, and he was putty in my hands. Ahhh…the love of “Angry Birds” is a many splendored thing!
Over the weekend I found small tubes of party bubbles in Wal-Mart’s clearance aisles. $2.00 bought me two dozen, and those two dozen - along with a little paper and an X-acto knife turned into these:
I love that little signature!
If this had been 2002 and I’d been making these for Hayden’s class, I would have fretted endlessly over the fact that the bubbles didn’t “match” from a theme and color perspective, but being that this is 2012 and Kellan is my fourth child, I have developed the ability to overlook such petty details. Love is blind, people.
