Ever feel like you'd bitten off more than you can chew?
The Princess only has 11 children in her class this year. I think I've mentioned it before. The year is at least half over (day 100 was Wednesday) and I still can't quite process it.
With such a small class, it seemed important (to me) that we would have great Valentines this year. Come on! 11 Valentines? Easy peasy! No cheap cartoon character store-boughts for us this year friends! We REALLY love you! Enough to make heartfelt Valentines (and sorry tht we dropped the ball at Christmas. Them's the breaks.).
Being a scrapbooker, my first thought was that we would make some cute hand made paper cards. I have a heart stamp, and some cranberry ink, and...well, I was sure these would be adorable.
Then I thought of the mess, and how slowly the Princess creates any art, and the mess, and how the other 2 Kidlets would want to get involved, and the mess, and the possibility that she'd use up my pretty cranberry ink or break my new heart stamp...and I wondered if this was the best plan.
Other scrappers started showing off their creative ideas on their blogs. Altered pencils/lollipops/dollar store trinkets raised the bar. I could do this! (note the *I*. I sadly admit that I wasn't even thinking of the Princess by now.)
Well. I waffled. What would *I* do? Cute cards? Altered item?
Eventually, between procrastinating and getting a clue (the Valentines are from the Princess, not you. If you want to send Valentine's, have at it, but this is HER holiday) I spotted the cookie cutters.
We have a heart shaped cookie cutter. The Princess ALWAYS wants to bake.
We could make cookie Valentines!
Because that? Not messy at all. Much better than messing up my scrapdesk.
Anyway, the Princess and I made up a batch TOGETHER and she gleefully cut out hearts and I dutifully baked them. When she wasn't looking, I panicked that the dough wasn't going to go far enough and made a second batch.
As they cooled, the Princess got to decorate them*.
(why yes, my children do all have red eyes. it's
genetic how you can tell they're happy.)
(we're still in our pj's because we had a snow day. also, that christmas sticker? found that just the other day. sweetpea had hidden it because she didn't want christmas to end.)
She did a beautiful job. We all did beautiful jobs:
(the scribbles are where I obscured our real world names)
At the end, she was incredibly happy and has some cute Valentine's to deliver today (since yesterday was, again, a snow day).
And it only took 3 and a half hours to do (I had planned on 1-2 max).
My kitchen, on the other hand, needs some kind of 12-step program. I've washed and swept and wiped but it still needs help. What a mess. Especially the part where the boy put about a third of the sprinkles on one cookie. One cookie with no icing to act as glue. One cookie that, upon hearing my squeak of dismay, he held up to show me.
I'm pretty sure there are spinkles in the floor vent.
This is about when I started to feel like I'd bitten off more than I could chew.
At least it was tasty.
*As soon as I was sure we had enough for her class the others got to make some as well. The Boy chose to make several teddy bears (duh) and Sweetpea FINALLY got to use her bat cookie cutter.
Yes, a Valentine's Bat.
By the way, if you ask the boy for his picture, he will repeatedly put the cookie he is decorating up in front of his face, like this:
If, after the 5 or 600th time he does this you get frustrated and ask him to keep his cookie on the table, you get this:
He is his father's son.