Valentine's mushiness

All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.

Well, that, and the trash taken out.

I would really love to have the trash taken out.

Kidding! I adore my Valentine sweetheart. Just when I think "This is it, we have officially settled in to boring old married life," (to which we are entitled, after all!) we spend an evening in bed watching the Grammies. Nobody can make me laugh like Scott. And to see how much it pleases him to entertain me, how he works at it, well. That's just plain sexy. I can't believe I get to have this man around forever.

Below is the song I can't stop listening to.
Reminds me of our courtship.

The Avett Brothers - Laundry Room

http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/Laundry+Room/3F5MNS?src=5

Krafty Kids (made kuter by the letter k!)

Avery and her friend, possibly inspired by the nonstop Cake Boss marathon we usually have running on Netflix, came up with this wonderful little garden-themed beauty using the friend's cake mix, fondant and gum paste.

Budding domestic divas, I think!

Riley spent two days at home this week (strep, lucky kid) and took advantage of the time by making his Valentine mailbox for school. He covered it with leftover Christmas wrapping paper. Of course I didn't tell him that's what it was. Better to let him think he has resourceful mom who had the foresight weeks ago to help him make his precious little box.

Now for the cards. Wouldn't it be sweet to do some homemade valentines together, his little hands carefully crafting each one?

Well, we're not doing that.

Instead, we're going to Walmart to look for the Lick'em Sticks mini-packs with a "to" and "from" box on the front, which qualifies them as a valentine suitable for a classmate. Sigh. Maybe I can get Avery to do something charming and lovely.

Man, I used to love Valentine's Day in elementary school. So many nice little notes to look over at the end of it all, my name on every single one. Not a single Tootsie Pop among them, and they were still special.

Off topic: Admire Cate Blanchett all you want in that picture on my last post, but here is the reality of forty and female in my world. Ha!

Happy Birthday, Tammy!

Dear Forty, why are you so scary?

Ahhhhhhhh!

My bff turned forty over the weekend, and I am NOT far behind.

Just putting it out there.

I always thought by forty I would be SO together, so wise, so unaffected. I promised myself to not worry about wrinkles (interesting!), gray hair (chic!), lagging energy (yoga!), etc. Turns out I'm a lot more superficial than I had imagined.

I started looking up pictures of celebrities over forty to try and give myself a role model (in the looks department, anyway), someone I could emulate in some way. Of course I found a bunch of a) red carpet, or b) paparazzi-in-the-bushes bikini shots, neither of which left me with the illusion that natural beauty exists if you're a movie star. Then I came across Cate Blanchett, looking semi-normal and maybe even untouched by plastic surgery.

I like her.

You know, I'm banking on this being one one of those "the anticipation is worse than the event" sort of deals, this turning forty thing.

Yep, I'll bet once April 26th has come and gone, I will be the satisfied, confident, joyful woman-of-a-certain-age I was meant to be. Sounds good. Yeah, I think I'm gonna bet on her.