And now for a story entitled, “My son thinks he was born to Martha Stewart”:
Two years ago, 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 last 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, this is how the handmade Valentine tradition began.
This year it wasn’t even a question. The scrapbook closet opened and grade school Valentine magic happened.
And now for a story entitled “My son was NOT born to Martha Stewart”:
Last year my three boys were working quietly amid giggles on their Valentines. I was pleasantly surprised because although the homemade Valentine tradition was Ryan’s idea that doesn’t always translate into Valentine-making-excitement. Quite often it turns into Valentine-making-against-his-will.
A few minutes later I was presented with this Classic Valentine Card Trio:
Happy Valentines Day!