This is the Day....Grandpa, Won't You Be My Valentine?

It was my hope to post this last week, but the week got busy and away from me, and before I knew it Valentine's Day was a week behind us. This moment is much too special not to document it, even if it is week late.

Adelaide was asked by her teachers to invite ONE special person to come with her to school on Valentine's Day. At first impulse, she invited me and her baby brother to join her. But, with some more thought, she declared that she had changed her mind, that we were no longer her choice, that instead she would like to invite her Grandpa. Any disappointment I may have felt was quickly, instantly, replaced by a feeling of gratitude, for my dad, for Adelaide's emotional certainty. Adelaide's grandpa, my dad, is very special. He is very deserving of the invitation. And, according to Adelaide, he gives the best back rubs.

Adelaide picked out a special outfit days in advance and was thrilled to finally get to wear it. My dad wore red, especially for the occasion. He brought Adelaide a wrist corsage. She was thrilled. He was thrilled.

This is them just before they headed off for a morning of fun, together.

Gender Schmender

There is no doubt about it, this little boy loves his baby.

 

 

This is the Day....

It's a busy place around here. Hence my hiatus from this space for the last two months. With a four year old and 18 month old, our house is none stop GO. We are having lots of fun (more on this in a future post) despite, or maybe because of, the hecticness, and are enjoying the moments as they fly by. Our house is clean for a nano second, the piles of paper (mostly bills and crafts) are growing like weeds, the dishwasher is running more than it is not and I do about eight loads of laundry a week (between ski gear, three outfit changes a day for a little boy who loves to play in the sink, and cloth diapers). Today was our most chill day of the week. My sweet girl was at school, convinced by pizza day that it was a good idea! So, me and my little man had the house to ourselves. We played with cars, made music, ate clay and coloured. In the midst of it all, I threw in laundry, cleaned the kitchen and started the dishwasher (sound familiar?!). After a quick run to the basement to change over the laundry, I returned to the top of the stairs to the sight of this. I laughed with all my heart, I may have even snorted! Can you blame me?

***If this post makes no sense, has major spelling or grammatical errors or is just plain crazy, I blame it on the fact that it was written while two kids climbed on me and fought over who got to sit on my lap!

Hooking up with SouleMama for This Moment.