I swear I’m not a Valentine’s Day freak.
Valentine’s Day to me is usually just an excuse to eat a ridiculous amount of candy hearts and force Brett to write something nice in a card. Romantic, huh?
I guess motherhood has made my heart soft because this year I couldn’t wait to make valentines. If there’s anything more awkward than sending valentines as a grown woman, it’s probably sending valentines from your 8 month old son. Whatever. I was in the mood for a art project, so this is what we came up with. Let’s roll with it.
Two hours later, we had a whole stack of valentines to send to Everett’s girlfriends. For those of you keeping track, he’s up to 19 and counting. Whoa.