Valentines

Most people know that I have a deep-seated hatred for all things crafty. I simply don't enjoy scrapbooking, card making, cutting, popsicle stick gluing, or glitter. Especially glitter. Don't worry though, there is no glitter in this post.

Now, I don't think crafty things are bad or inherently evil; I would just rather be bitten by red ants - repeatedly - than make cards. My kids wanted to make homemade valentines. If it had been left up to me I would have had them cut out paper hearts, glue a treat to them, and write their names. Enter my sister. Heidi is the opposite of me. She is a Stampin' Up! demonstrator for goodness sake. She couldn't let her nieces and nephew hand out inferior valentines. So she came over and gave 2 1/2 hours of her life to valentines. The kids cut and glued and accessorized to their hearts' content. Even Grace made her own to pass out. I just stayed out of the way and made dinner for everyone. I didn't have to cut or paste a thing.


The finished products - the boys got little bottles of bubbles and the girls got shiny, fancy rings with their valentines.

I made the kids get their picture taken before we went to our co-op valentines party. The one photo I manage to get with all the kids looking at the camera Ethan is sticking out his lower lip so this one wins the contest. I'm not sure what Grace is plotting. Probably world domination. That's her way.