Holiday girly-ness
I'm outnumbered in my house.
This is fantastic. What a blessing it is to be Mama to two rambunctious boys, and wife to an uber-manly man. I was never a terribly girly girl. So it just kind of fits.
However...
On occasion, my girly-ness just must come out. It must.
Every once in a while I get this irresistable urge to do something that is so creative it's almost cheesy. Of course, the ideas that satisfy this urge are rarely mine exclusively. More like me figuring out how to pull off something cute I've seen, with whatever resources I have.
Flash back with me for a minute.
Sunday, February 14, 2010. A normal morning at church. Until we get home that afternoon and I unpack Trey's backpack.
There are valentines in there. From Trey's friends. To him.
And the horror sets in.
You idiot! It's Valentine's Day! You have a kid! Kids give each other valentines on Valentine's Day!
From that moment, RESOLVED: I will never again forget a holiday. I will use my girly creative impulses to make a fuss over the smallest of celebrations. Even if it embarrasses my kids.
So.
A recent preschool newsletter contained a message for parents to "start working on your valentines" for the upcoming party. Aha, redemption!
Arise, mental hamster! Time to get creative! No boxed valentines for us. We shall take our supply of girly-ness, card stock, construction paper, sharpies, scissors and glue sticks to make twenty-seven copies of something fabulous and valentine-y, but not girly.
Twenty-seven copies.
[insert crickets]
Here we go.
Pictures to follow after Valentine's Day. That is assuming I don't decide all this girly-ness just isn't worth it and go looking for a box of dinosaur valentines. "Valentine, you're DINO-mite!!"
Oh, the cheese.
This is fantastic. What a blessing it is to be Mama to two rambunctious boys, and wife to an uber-manly man. I was never a terribly girly girl. So it just kind of fits.
However...
On occasion, my girly-ness just must come out. It must.
Every once in a while I get this irresistable urge to do something that is so creative it's almost cheesy. Of course, the ideas that satisfy this urge are rarely mine exclusively. More like me figuring out how to pull off something cute I've seen, with whatever resources I have.
Flash back with me for a minute.
Sunday, February 14, 2010. A normal morning at church. Until we get home that afternoon and I unpack Trey's backpack.
There are valentines in there. From Trey's friends. To him.
And the horror sets in.
You idiot! It's Valentine's Day! You have a kid! Kids give each other valentines on Valentine's Day!
From that moment, RESOLVED: I will never again forget a holiday. I will use my girly creative impulses to make a fuss over the smallest of celebrations. Even if it embarrasses my kids.
So.
A recent preschool newsletter contained a message for parents to "start working on your valentines" for the upcoming party. Aha, redemption!
Arise, mental hamster! Time to get creative! No boxed valentines for us. We shall take our supply of girly-ness, card stock, construction paper, sharpies, scissors and glue sticks to make twenty-seven copies of something fabulous and valentine-y, but not girly.
Twenty-seven copies.
[insert crickets]
Here we go.
Pictures to follow after Valentine's Day. That is assuming I don't decide all this girly-ness just isn't worth it and go looking for a box of dinosaur valentines. "Valentine, you're DINO-mite!!"
Oh, the cheese.
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