January | 2012 | Out of Sick Days

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avery needs a new mom, curling ribbon is hard to respool, Kids, Pinterest, valentine ideas

So many stories from this weekend. None good enough for their own post. So let’s just make a big giant post out of a bunch of not-good-enough-to-stand-on-their-own stories. I bet you’re all tingly right about now.

Best Accomplishment: AJ finished the fireplace!

And as soon as he finished this, he made us fajitas with homemade pico. I totally married better than you did. Check out the BEFORE pictures here.

Best Tantrum: Nolan and the Ribbon Fit

It takes a young boy approximately 30 minutes to unspool 3 yards of curling ribbon. Probably less time if he hadn’t been screaming so loudly and had given it more focus.

Best Quote

Avery: Nolan! Come here! I need to tell you a secret! I won’t spit in your ear this time! I promise!

Best Stolen Idea: Lip & Moustache Valentine Suckers

I found these on Pinterest and have already started making them for the school Valentine party. When you only have time on weekends to do stuff like this, you have to get started early. I got black and red foam sheets and used a stencil that you can find here. Just poke the sucker stick through the middle and it’s done. We brought a couple over to our neighbor’s house on Saturday night and the kids had fun with them. They’re a hit!

Best Guilt Trip: Avery and the Pinecone

Avery and Nolan both decorated pinecones with glitter, old jewelery and random plastic beads at school just before Christmas. I was instructed by Avery {who decorated the largest pinecone ever created by any tree in the history of Earth} that we were to use them as ~~ugly and horrible~~ centerpieces for our holiday table. So after the last plate was cleared at Christmas, I lovingly put the pinecones outside on a table thinking I could phase them out of our lives.

Saturday I thought we’d gotten to that point. I tossed them in the trash. Avery noticed in 1.5 seconds. “Why don’t you love my pinecone anymore?” she asks me. I look to my right and gasp and start looking around. I tell her that the wind must have blown it away and that it’s sure to pop back up. She cried.

I sent her inside to get a tissue because she was so sad over the pinecone her bitch of a mother threw away, ran to the back to dig in the trashcan and whip out the pinecone – placing it exactly where it will be for the rest of my life for ever and ever amen. I may even glue it to the freaking table so nothing ever happens to this precious treasure.