Someday I'll find a way to write a post that is not a cobbled together collection of captions, and shows I actually do have some thoughts in my head. I do, I promise, I do!
But until then, a little late, I wanted to share some of the Valentine's love around here.
We've had these little mailboxes up all month. I found them in the dollar spot at Target, and the kids had fun decorating their own with foam things we already had around. Everyone's has their name on it, except J's. L. ripped one of the "D's" off, perhaps to more accurately represent his name for his father?? The idea was to have everyone write happy little notes to each other and share them all month long. In practice, that meant me trying to write something nice for each kid every day, but only succeeding about two times a week. N. enjoyed putting little scribbles and sticker projects in for each person. They really did enjoy seeing the flag up and getting some mail. Looks like J. has something waiting for him in his.
I made the kids pose for a Valentine's shot, since we're always a little light on candids from February when it comes time to make the photo calendar for Grandma and Grandpa. This is the best one.
Weepy and emotional for all kinds of reasons and none at all these days.
Particularly thankful for these Valentines of mine this year.
Sweetest boy in all the world.
Makes everyone laugh by throwing himself to the ground.
Figured out how to say "no." It's still cute, for the moment.
How can I stand for him to get ANY bigger?
That's it. Overalls until he's 12.
Princess of the Snow.
Queen of Twirling.
Recently told O., who was being uncooperative, "You are breaking my heart!"
Learning a routine in ballet class to the ditty "Under the Sea."
Even cuter than you think.
Who's this kid? Conga dancing at the mother/son dance at his school.
Kindergarteners through sixth grade boys left their wallflower mothers
in the dust to show off their "moves like Jagger."
Great night to be the mom of a boy.
Will probably keep my corsage forever.
No recent photos of J., my forever Valentine, except for ones with closed eyes the kids took with my phone. Our Valentine date this year? Pleading with the kids to eat some dinner so we could in good conscience provide them with a cupcake before J. and O. had to leave for the Cub Scout fire station tour. Romantic, no? Still, this man, who already took me out to dinner AND had flowers sent for our anniversary two weeks ago, took his son to Kroger at eight o'clock at night to pick out flowers. Love him. O. presented N. and I with roses and and a pink bouquet right before bedtime.
Made up for the fact that O. made handwritten Valentines at school for everyone in the family but me. Sort of.