oh Valentine

More like valentines week than day. We began the week creating a valentines box for Milo's school valentines box project. Multiple notes came home for several weeks prior to this last week reminding us of the impending valentines box contest. Now may I remind you that this is for the children, not. One of the notes came right out and said for kids and parents. Talk about adding pressure and stress to evenings packed with dinner preparations, homework, bathing, laundry, etc.....This means parents. Milo wanted to make a gorilla. Ya right. We finally agreed on a tank.

When I made valentines boxes at his age. It was done at school. Every one had the same decorating supplies. The only potential for one being impressively better was that he/she brought a bigger shoe box to decorate and artistic talent. At any rate, the boxes where made of white, red and pink paper with similar colored heart cut outs and paper doilies.

I must admit I love to create tangible projects. I am sure you have notice that writing, more so clever, funny writing just isn't a talent that I behold. Not that I am a professional at valentines boxes either, but in short it was fun to make OUR valentines box. On the back side of the tank it said, "TANKS for being my valentine!" Milo thought it was clever, so did I in childish way. Off to the side you'll see that a plenty of paper hearts were cut out to decorate a container for Lil's valentines party at daycare. Milk jugs are a great quick easy way to throw together a last minute valentines container on a days notice. All done, I wish. Now to label the valentines. Madagascar Penguins and Tinkerbell were the choices made. Again I made my valentines for school and walked 3 miles to school in the snow.

On to another valentines tradition. One, I do love.

SUGAR COOKIES!

While using our heart shaped cookie cutters to trace hearts for her valentines jug, Lil wanted to make cookies. I wasn't ready to tackle that yet. Have you read the book, "If you give a Pig a Pancake?" So a promise was made, that on Saturday we would make valentine cookies.
Nothing better that cream cheese frosting, anything else would be a sin.

After clearing the the kitchen of flour, and all the mess. Lil' and I delivered the cookies.

Now a little time for my hubby. A mid it all , I did not forget him. We exchanged cards and candy. Simple this year. Don't forget our play lists we compile for each others MP3 players. I look forward to making a list of songs for him. This is the 3rd year for this tradition. My hubby is a quiet man. So, when he carefully chooses songs to melt my heart, it is as if the words and music are speaking to just me. Sappy I know. Here is a link to one of this years songs.

http://music.aol.com/song/ill-be-your-mirror-live/5181039

Want sappy?

I decided to go see my hubby perform with the band he joined almost 1 year ago. I use to regularly go and watch him with his old band. It had been years maybe even 7 or so since the old band. I was excited to go. I rounded up a few friends, then off to the bar. The only place around for small time cover band to perform. Bars just aren't my forte', but watching people on the other hand is. There is a lot of watchin' to do at a bar. Thank goodness state law prohibits smoking in bars now. Wow, who would a thought that smoking was bad for you. What about the the alcohol? I'll leave it at that. No wait, drunk people are just stupid and senseless, non the less interesting subjects to watch.

Oh, sorry on to the sappy. This band has a lead singer. It isn't my hubby, but it should be. While we were having a quiet valentines lunch earlier that day I requested that he sing my favorite song. He said, "no." What, can you believe that? I insisted, and that he had to sing it, not the main man. I hinted again in his valentine card, that it would just make the best valentines ever if he did. When I arrived with my small non drinking brood at the bar, he greeted us. The first set had just ended. Here was my chance to make my request AGAIN! So giving him my most endearing, eye batting look, I requested my song.

You ready? 2hours 55 mins later, 1255 am. "Last call for alcohol!" He steps to the front of the stage, to the lead mic. I start to grin, legs get all weak, heart goes a thump, thump, pitter patter. I look to my friends and smile, " this is it!" The first chords come, YES!!!!!!!!! School girl again, for a brief 5 mins 14 secs, as I hear his amazing voice sing the song. I sing along, tapping my toes and swaying to the lovin' rhythm. Heaven, in a bar, go figure. Oh, how I love my man. Definitely a night to remember.