A few weeks back, the boys and I had a conversation about Valentine's Day and their Valentines for school. They BOTH decided that they wanted store bought Valentines for their parties. Last year, they decided the same thing and then the whole time they were addressing them, they whined about how much cooler the ones that Mommy makes are...like the lollipop hearts, and Smarties love bugs. Fast forward to Wednesday, on the walk home from the bus. They announce that they've talked about it and now they want MOMMY Valentine's. ACK! We come home, scour the internet for hours..ok an hour...make a decision and then make Nana run to the store on her afternoon visit to get the candy.
I get all set up to make Valentine's last minute. What on earth was I thinking...oh yeah...making homemade Valentines and Halloween costumes are going to be things that they will remember forever and could possibly put me in the running for Mother of The Year. (and hopefully make them forget all the bad mothering moments I have) I knocked all 22 of Andrew's out in a few hours Wednesday night. Andrew picked out Valentine Mice, because NOTHING says Happy Valentine's Day! like pulling a lollipop out of a rat's a$$...
Lukas decided on little gnomes with big heart shaped feet. WHAT WAS I THINKING?? (oh yeah making up for that time I dropped him on his head when he was 6) And why can't I stop saying GaNomes? The later into the evening that it got, the more convinced I was that the GaNomes were evil and they were coming after me. Tell me these things don't look evil...
Yes that is a little army of chocolate kisses with googly eyes. Everything is better with googly eyes. I sat up until 1AM cutting out and gluing the little gnome hats and cutting out and creating the gnome shoes. I finally had to put the gnomes in a box because they were all staring at me. I assembled them yesterday. They just got more evil looking...
The evil GaNome army is now complete
Then I made homemade chicken pot pie with Andrew. I was feeling pretty confident in my bid to be Mother of The Year....until I taught the boys how to spit lima beans across the room.
So from the Keller Krew to you! Happy VD!
