Each year, in the days leading up to Valentine's Day, I have big Martha Stewart inspired dreams of super cute handicraft valentines for my children to take to school. The fact they are generally the only kids in the class handing out homemade Valentines never deters me.
I used to think my insistence on homemade Valentines might annoy my children. In my head, they were secretly yearning for some Barbie or Phineas and Ferb crap. This year with my husband's nomadic ways for work, my recent promotion and my time consuming as hell health kick, I was actually contemplating store bought Valentines.
We were even in Target while I was thinking it. Just a couple aisles away. And I even uttered the words, We need to get valentines to hand out to your class. And I was referring to those store bought ones a couple aisles away.
But my 9 year old who has lived through many years of my whacked out handicrafting automatically thought that meant we needed to hit the scrapbook aisle to pick out some pretty paper and stickers. I asked if she might like to just buy them this year instead. She looked flat out confused followed by uninterested.
Handicrafting it is. My attempt to be lazy was foiled by my own tradition.
We kept it simple this year. Brownish looking cardboard hearts with doily-ish hearts glued on top. It involved the use of a glue stick. Therefore, it is by definition a craft. Here is my shirtless baby working on his.
Captain of the Craft squad this year was his sister though. She went full tilt craftiola including a hell of a lot of heart shaped stickers. She also cranked it out with plenty of time to spare to shovel several bags of M&Ms in her face while her brother was finishing up.
We also cranked out a few items for the King of the House. A special heart and a pig with wings filled with candy.
Our goofball handicraft valentines were handed out at school and much candy was bestowed on each of my babies. I skipped out on an important work related function to hit up some class parties and attempt to resist the urge to inhale every heart shaped cookie in the school.
Every time I think about what a pain it is to take half a day off work to go perch on elementary sized chairs for an hour, I remind myself how much it means to my kids to see my face hustling in the door. Hugs and kisses and children that demand to sit on my lap. Here's my toothless baby bear. He agreed to take his blue lollipop out of his mouth long enough to get a shot of us at the party together.
I was busy hustling from classroom to classroom fearing my kid was the only one with no parent and that she would be scarred for life with every passing moment I wasn't there. So it was odd to rush into a room with 3 other parents is what I'm saying.
So I slowed my roll and tried to play it cool. That included skipping photos. It also included wondering when attendance at these things stopped being mandatory. The Christmas party was a crowded affair so this is apparently Valentine's related boycotting. Either that or there's a quota on how many 4th grade parties I can attend per year and I'm exceeding it. Oh, well. More heart shaped cookies for me! Good times!