I think they put Valentines Day in the middle of February to warm us northerners up and help us come up with creative ways to celebrate the people we love.
Husband and I have never been big Valentines Day celebrators. If I’m going to be truthful, out of the two of us I’m the worst gift giver. I used to be better, but frankly, I’ve run out of ideas that aren’t practical kitchen gadgets.
Seriously. For Christmas this year I got him a knife sharpener and a deep fat fryer (which went against my 9+ year rule that we would never have a deep fat fryer in this house, indicating just how desperate I was for an idea).
Anyway, here we are a few days ahead of the holiday and I chose to celebrate by having my husband help me take pictures of our baby in a tutu that he helped me pick out in town last week.
Yup. The man showed up at mom’s store after work and walked with his girls down the block to pick out a tutu and a headband just so we could dress up our baby for a five minute photoshoot before he had to go outside to do man things.
He’s gone soft I tell you. He turned into the best possible form of mush.
And you should hear how he gets these smiles out of her…
He’s good at it.
It’s hard to get too much done around here with this kid waiting to show us her new tricks.
And how gravity works on those cheeks in the most perfect way.
They didn’t tell me that having a girl would mean that I would be spending double extra time picking out outfits. As if it wasn’t hard enough to get myself dressed to go out in public, now I have a new little smushy human to obsess over.
I didn’t know I would be that way. I thought I would keep it simple, dressing her in nothing but white onesies while we hung around the house.
But as soon as she came out it seemed the closet full of neutral/beige basics waiting for her just wasn’t going to fulfill her tiny wardrobe needs.
Oh, I’m not the only one. The day she was born, Husband had to take a run to the store for supplies and he came back with a purple outfit.
Let’s not even mention the grammas, aunts, cousins and friends that have supplied us with plenty of pink and frills…and, of course, the right amount of jeans, flannels and shirts with horses on them, to keep her balanced.
And I hate to admit it, but I think the girl might have more shoes than me…and she can’t even walk yet.
I’m not sure how it happened, but another pair arrived via Amazon earlier this week.
Ah well, we’re having fun before she grows up and she finds it all has become thoroughly annoying.
Turns out I’m better at shopping for my offspring than I am for my poor husband.
Happy Valentines Day friends. If you need me, well, you know where to find me…