This is how a house full of boys celebrate Valentine’s Day…

When blog-Stedman shops unsupervised he brings home things like this:
and this:
and this:
and every once in awhile, this:


And now for a story entitled, “My son thinks he was born to Martha Stewart”:
Last year Ryan was in Kindergarten. I was an attentive, but somewhat clueless first time Kindergarten mom. It occurred to me about 30 minutes before his bedtime on Feb. 13 that Ryan probably needed 18 Valentines. Thank God for the crapload of scrapbooking supplies in my closet. We cut, stamped and signed 18 Valentines plus a special edition for the teacher. Whew! I learned my lesson and this year while shopping at the grocery store, I wheeled over to the seasonal area and said, “Let’s pick out your Valentines!” (The exclamation point is needed there because I am just that perky.) To which Ryan replied, “But we ALWAYS make them!” (The exclamation point is needed there because Ryan talks very loudly.) So my dear reader, with the help of B my child took handmade Valentines to school.

And now for a story entitled, “My son’s mother is not Martha Stewart”:
Here are some of the rejected Valentine prototypes:
This is the popular “I love you but you steenk” which goes to show Saxon Phonics would label “stink” as a sight word.
This is the wildly loving “I love you but you poop” which requires no editing or explanation.
And this is the romantic “I love you but you wer a diper”.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!