This year we spent Valentines Day without the dad of the house. Kevin had to leave a couple of days before the celebration of LOVE for a ten-day work tour in India (India post to follow, I'm sure!).
So, that said, knowing K would be gone on the actual day, Mae started off the holiday very early--as in February 1st--with a full-house heart attack (small paper hearts all over the walls and cupboards), and this little beauty at the neighborhood park ...
Close ups:) ...
The actual evening of V-day, we had our traditional heart-shaped pizza dinner, and then P and J took off for a 3-on-3 b-ball tournament, while Mae stayed home decorating cookies and playing with a friend she'd been wanting to have over for quite some time.
Kevin and I are not huge Valentine's Day people. I really consider it to be more a day for the kids then anything else. However, Kevin does always have something thoughtfully delivered to me. I figured with him gone oversees this year, he would get a break from having to arrange a gift. But lo and behold, a ring at the doorbell and a heavy square package later, I had a large tin full of some fifty Mrs. Fields mini cookies to munch on (and share with the kiddos) during the week-and-a-half he would be away. Yum-O.
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So, that said, knowing K would be gone on the actual day, Mae started off the holiday very early--as in February 1st--with a full-house heart attack (small paper hearts all over the walls and cupboards), and this little beauty at the neighborhood park ...
Close ups:) ...
The actual evening of V-day, we had our traditional heart-shaped pizza dinner, and then P and J took off for a 3-on-3 b-ball tournament, while Mae stayed home decorating cookies and playing with a friend she'd been wanting to have over for quite some time.
Kevin and I are not huge Valentine's Day people. I really consider it to be more a day for the kids then anything else. However, Kevin does always have something thoughtfully delivered to me. I figured with him gone oversees this year, he would get a break from having to arrange a gift. But lo and behold, a ring at the doorbell and a heavy square package later, I had a large tin full of some fifty Mrs. Fields mini cookies to munch on (and share with the kiddos) during the week-and-a-half he would be away. Yum-O.
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