Valentine's Day Vignette

Yes, it's been a while, but here are some highlights from the day.

I Sink I Love You

It was a few days before Valentine's Day. Lissa came up stairs, after bedtime, to bemoan the fact that she still needed an idea for her Valentine's Box. I was reading my friends blog about her bathroom remodel and the idea was there--"How about you make a model of a sink? It could say "I sink I love you!"" I waited for a laugh, or even a groan (the true sign of a good pun.)
Nothing.
"What? I think it's a good idea," I said.
"That's just the first thing you thought of!" she complained. "What else could I do?"
"Sorry," I said. "That's all I've got."

After a day or two, she came around. Here is the result:


Don't you love the crystal finials on the handles? The white ribbon is supposed to look like spraying water.

It brought back memories, I'll tell you. In sixth grade I made a model of our wood stove and it said, "My Hearth Glows For You." My Dad helped me paint it with real stove blacking. My dad also made possible the drain hole in the base of the bowl of this sink. He's always a good one for helping my improbable ideas become real. Thanks, Dad!

Valentine's Package

My sister Kate sent homemade goodies, without which we'd have had none.

You can see that Meredith loved every bit of this package, from cookies to bubble wrap.

She was inspired to create a Valentine of her own.

You can always count on Kate to spread the love. Thanks, Kate!


My Favorite Things

My good husband bought me a box of Turtles. I LOVE turtles! And what's really great about it is that he doesn't really like them. He could have bought something we both like. Or something he likes, since I'll eat anything. But he thought about what I like instead. That's true love right there. Thanks, Casey!

So, yeah, another good Valentine's Day.

Things my kids say

Anderson, who needs glasses soon, has been told that they can be expensive.
"How much?" he asks.
We say, "Around $150."
He shouts, "Cool! I can trade them in for a DS!"

Rosalie, in the process of potty training, chants "I'm going potty trained!" over and over down the hall past the open doors of the Sunday School class, despite repeated shushings from Mom.

Grandma gave us a bag of Valentine's Day candy to share. I was eating them enthusiastically, in preparation for a month long fast from sugar starting the next day (in support of Anderson, who gets $100 from Grampa S. if he can do it.) Meredith (age 5) said, "Mom, don't you think you should save some of those for the other kids? I think you've had enough."
When I tried to remove a jelly bean that was stuck in my molars, she got suspicious and said, "You'd better let me hold the bag, Mom."