Does the thought of heading to Target with children in tow to pick out armloads of Valentine’s strike fear in your heart? It’s not too late to whip up a batch of homemade bad boys! This is hardly an original idea but I was happy with how it turned out so I thought I’d pass it along…
I thought briefly about adding each child’s name to the top but I lost energy and motivation before the end of that thought. The entire project (from taking the photos to printing the cards and sticking the candies) was less than an hour from start to finish. It was actually more like five hours in real time but only because my life consists of countless interruptions. Sound familiar? Anyone? Anyone?
Lest you all think I deserve any mom of the year awards for the featured adorableness allow me to tell a little story…
Yesterday around noonish Sarah and Ephraim were playing together in his room. I was cleaning up the lunch dishes and enjoying a rare moment of respite from the havoc. Then Ephraim (predictably) let out his signature my-sister-did-something-to-me-that-pissed-me-off scream so I marched down the hall to see what was the matter. Sarah had (predictably) darted across the room so as to appear innocent by virtue of sheer distance from the injured. So I (predictably) sent her to her room for a timeout stating for the umpteenth time of the day, “you may not hurt/hit/push/roughly tickle your brother. 10 minute timeout.”
Sarah does not take kindly to 10 minute timeouts. (shocking, I know) As soon as I had walked all the way through the house and back into the kitchen to continue my much-needed respite she started pounding on her door (or so I thought) and shouting, “I gotta go potty!” I hollered (yelled) back, “You’ll have to wait! 10 minutes!”. To which she answered, “I CAN’T WAIT!!! I GOTTA GO NOW!!!” to which I slowly began to lose my cool. And then more pounding. So I started marching (stomping) down the hall, grabbed the baby potty from the bathroom (haven’t used that thing in 6+ months), stuck it in her bedroom hollering all the way, “IF YOU’RE GOING TO ACT LIKE A BABY YOU CAN JUST GO POTTY LIKE A BABY!!!”.
And then more pounding. Oh no she di’n't! And then the phone rang…and when I looked at the caller ID I instantly knew where the (what I thought was) pounding was coming from. For on the front porch stood a dear client who had earlier called to say she was stopping by to pick up her order. Apparently when I hadn’t heard all her knocking she picked up her cell phone and called me. And, yes my friends, she got the audio version of my tirade. Oh my. Sheepish much?
So save the mom of the year awards. I’ll wait and collect once I can keep my cool for longer than half a day (read: never).