Ah, Valentine’s Day. Who doesn’t love Valentine’s Day? (Me.)
Mostly I see Valentine’s Day as an exercise in forcing my kids to write 26 names each on little scraps of cardboard and checking to see how many of Jack’s classmates he actually knows. I imagine that Alex sees Valentine’s Day as an exercise in wishing he’d married someone more romantic.
My kids, on the other hand, see Valentine’s Day as a wonderful chance to ingest as much sugar as is humanly possible.
In case you are wondering, it is possible to ingest a HUGE amount of sugar.
Sam’s day was largely an enigma, what with his being a fifth grader who doesn’t need mom at his Valentine’s Day party as long as she buys him a bag of corn chips for him to take into school ostensibly for the class, but mostly just for him, thank you very much.
Although his afternoon did end with him hiding behind a piano at a party, so I don’t think we should count sugar out for him entirely.
Here is the Great Zucchini himself, bringing joy to a room full of special needs kids and their families—and standing RIGHT in front waving his arms around, Jack.
Many thanks to Sir Zucchini for his show and to my friend B for inviting us. Also thank you for living the “your baby is my baby” philosophy today, B.
Jack’s school party isn’t until tomorrow, but he gave Alex and I valentines today on which he’d written poetry. Now, I’m not a big poetry girl, but Jack writes some good verse.
Violets are blue
Roses are pink
I really like love
and hate really stinks!
Roses r red
Violets r blue
I’m so awesome
and I ♥ u!
See what I mean? That’s good stuff right there.
I’m going to his party tomorrow, so I am sure there will be a Part II to his Valentine’s story, but for now, what I do have are photos of Quinn, who had a sugar-coated day that can pretty much be summarized in the following four photos.
1. Before the Sugar:
2. Post Sugar Ingestion:
3. Ruh-roh! The Sugar Has Kicked In!
4. Can’t Talk. Coming Down.
I hope your day was lovely in its own way and that you didn’t have to hide behind any pianos or in any cubbies to get through it. But if you did, that’s okay too.
This week at White Knuckle Parenting, I wrote about my kids’ life stages through their adulthood. I was a little more detailed about the early ages, because the oldest one is only 11.