Deacon had basketball practice on Valentine's Day and I came up with the idea of making heart cookies for the kids on his team, and decorating each one with each kid's name and jersey number.
Of course I made the mistake of telling him that I was going to do this, so I had to follow through.
The cookies turned out pretty cute, and even though I was labeled an "over achieving mom with too much time on her hands" by some other parents, it was still fun to make them.
I excitedly asked Deacon how the kids had liked the cookies. He said they liked them. I pressed him a little further (sometimes he gives me way more info than I ever wanted, and sometimes it is like pulling teeth to get anything.) He finally stopped what he was doing, looked up at me and said, "Mom- you gave them cookies with their names and numbers on them. Who wouldn't like that?"
And he is right, you know, who wouldn't like that?
My friend asked me if I had made one for Noah.
Valentine 2011 #3
Speaking of Noah.
You know, I really married a sweet guy. My watch has had a dead battery for a couple of months. I depend on my watch a lot and it is quite annoying to me to not have it working and on my wrist. I have tried to take it a couple places but no one would replace the battery because it is a Fossil brand watch and needs to be replaced at the Fossil Store.
Anyway, on Valentine's Day Noah took it all the way to the far-away-difficult-to-get-to-with-four-kids-in-tow Fossil store and got my battery changed.
Tonight I was late getting home and I made him late for broomball.
I hate it when he is late and he makes me late.
He was nice to me anyway.
Sorry, I was late, Babe.
Thanks for loving me, anyway.