Happy Valentine's lovers.
Anyone ACTUALLY get a card? I used to get a card every year from my dad. They were always very poor quality cards sent second class and the address was always written in a beautiful calligraphic hand. I do miss those cards.
An age ago a card was a big deal for me, heck, thinking up thoughtful Valentine's day gifts was in my repertoire. I am just flicking through a particularly sweet iphoto book with lots of couple photos that I put together after our travels, that was a Valentines day gift. We look so young! Unsuprising really because we were SO YOUNG! We have dropped the ball so to speak on the material gestures of romance.
I did not get a card from Gwyn and neither, to be honest did he get a card from me. The intention was there but it didn't happen. BUT I did get a lie in. And a lie in, let's face it, in these times of super intensive day to days where I run from school to preschool, childs birthday party to another, ballet to swimming, look after other people's children and my own and check in on
the new house more often than not A LIE IN IS WORTH ONE MILLION CARDS.
I got a lie in because I have the love bug, kindly shared by Gwyn who has returned home from the retail heaven he works in completely germ laden. George, Gwyn and I have spent all day at home, no toddler group, no meeting with friends, just a full on fester. It's 7.30pm and I am still in my pyjamas from last night.
Of course I did not have a seamless lie in. As Gwyn took Ruby to school, I lay in bed joined by the other little soul we have created with our love. He wore, as above, a knights outfit on top of a top you wear to the beach, with a cowboy hat and his pyjama bottoms. This get up was accessoried with a blue plastic hangar and one plastic drumstick which he carried around ALL DAY. This is for reasons unbeknowst to me. What is that about?! They are currently in the bathroom where he disposed of them before his bath.
Anyway, whilst I tried to relax, he watched wonderpets on the IPAD at full blast (what a flipping horrible show, honestly) before placing something small into my hand as I was concentrating on phasing out the terrible TV show singing. As he put it in my hand he said the words 'I did it!' triumphantly. Well reader, what he had done was pull off his entire big toenail which must have been hanging on my a thread after he dropped a plate on it about 4 months ago. Needless to say it was black.
Happy Valentines to me!
What's the weirdest thing your child has carried around all day with no explanation?
Nothing quite beats Ruby's obsession a couple of month ago with a leaflet about contraception. It was purple and yellow which I think was the draw but it was very funny and getting it off her was very difficult.
Oh! I mustn't forget... Gwyn picked me up a Crunchie at Sainsburys. ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD!
Keep on loving, I'm off to watch TV and finish up a blanket, pictures to follow.