Valentine's

Gaaaa! We've been hit! It's a drive-by heart attack!

Wait...no it's just my curly-haired holiday fiend hard at work.

If her hands were not covered in blisters after that kind of output I would be shocked. What began as a lone heart on the door by Daddy morphed into us needing to restock on tape and pick up teeny bits of paper for days on end. All in the name of love right?

She didn't stop with the door decor. She carried right on into class valentines. Please note the Fun Dip to the side.

Nothing like a Fun Dip explosion in your backseat to get Valentine's started, am I right?

Parents, you are welcome.

I am starting to see the light with older kids. Shelby cut out all her own valentines, addressed them, and stapled the Fun Dip packets on. My job was to hunt down the extra Fun Dip packets and eat the sugar sticks inside. Can't leave those laying around now can we? Some say they taste like petrified powdered sugar.

I agree.

And I still love them. (says the girl who loves marshmallow fluff straight out of the can)

Shelby even began to wax poetic about the upcoming holiday of love. Clearly she is showing signs of brilliance as she is not boxed in by silly rhyming patterns.

She even made Walker a sympathy Valentine.

Here is a shot of the approximately 3 minutes Wyatt was contained and "helpful" with the Valentine stuffing. 

Time for the goofy "boy smile." Trying to get him to just take a normal picture is not in the cards during this age apparently. 

He might also be a little hopped up on Fun Dip fumes.

Hard call.