And Valentine's Day! My Grandma came over Valentine's Day morning for heart shaped pancakes. She was the flipper.
Clara doing her best in spite of the fact that her parents forgot to give her a fork and cut her pancake up.
Clara getting her first Valentine. The thing I think that is really funny about this picture is that she is randomly wearing Jake's snowboots (see previous post on her shoe fetish).
Roses in our wedding colors...
After breakfast, the kids and Chad cleaned up and Grandma and I headed off to our very favorite store - the consignment store in downtown Eagle. The best thing about shopping with my Grandma is that she has impeccable taste and never, ever, ever gets impatient and wants to leave, even when I am trying on approximately 56 outfits. Also, she bought me the cutest bright yellow sandals in the world as an early birthday present. I love my Grandma!!
Okay, so here's the deal - I used to be really in to Valentine's Day being a family holiday. We'd have a big celebration all day - candlelight family dinner, the whole works - but then I decided, whatever. The kids can have New Year's Eve, their birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, St. Patricks Day (the leprauchans do leave golden coins under their pillows), Fourth of July, Easter, April Fools Day, May Day, all day every day, but Valentine's Day - it's MINE! And Chad's of course :), so we left the kids with a babysitter at noon with a heart shaped take-and-bake pizza and didn't see them again until February 15th. I love Valentine's Day!
On Wednesday of this last week, we needed a break from homeschool. So we took off in the car to RAFIKI, an indoor play center. I loved it. It is basically a huge play area that is ridiculously overpriced, with plush couches all through it and latte's available to designer purse mom's who are complaining to their friends about the two-hour limit their gym has for day care. It was kind of fun to pretend like this was actually my life. And the kids loved it, and it was incredibly clean. Workers literally follow you around picking up after you, and ocassionally disinfecting if your child looked particularly disgusting. So naturally I was glad that the fungus on Nick's scalp had cleared up.