Happy V-Day, everyone. We're not big celebrators here, though I do always try to pick up some sweets for my sweetie and make a card. This morning when presented with his sponge-painted card he bewailed, "I've only got love to give!" That's enough for me, baby!
I brought the boys to school today, realizing Alex had no idea of what this entailed. Upon entering H's classroom, we were inundated with classmates singing "Happy Valentine's Day!" Small hands grasped tiny cards, thrust enthusiastically into Habtamu's face. He was totally bewildered.
Thankfully, his teacher helped H to distribute his glittery cards to everyone's mailbox. Even if I had wanted to stay I couldn't, since I was being pulled across the hall by Musso-Lire to the beat of "Lire room, Lire room!" In Lire's class each student had his/her own Valentine Bag in which to receive cards and goodies (why, why so much cheap candy?). I helped L to i.d. the names and deliver the corresponding Valentines. This is totally up Lire's alley. To the Max, as I used to say when I wore shoulder pads and a lavendar Members Only jacket. Lire LOVES putting things into boxes and bags. Every. Day. I remember reading on Dooce about her daughter's love of trash, and when I met Lire, I realized of what she spoke. Lire collects magazine and newspaper inserts, "fragile" tape from cardboard boxes, rubber bands, twist-ties, magic marker caps...
He very carefully inserts these treasures into small plastic bags, ties them with the ties and rubber bands and then encloses them into small boxes. These are put into slightly larger boxes, which are put into bigger boxes... you get the picture. These are all "presents" for various members of the family, and are placed strategically around the house, ripe for tripping distracted parents and overexcited podengos.
The seriousness with which he completed this task -- delivering Valentines -- was something to behold. Lips pursed, standing on tip-toes, eyes roving the colorfully-decorated bags. He almost took out the mother of one of his classmates in his zeal.
When he was finished he sat RIGHT next to his teacher (as is his custom), clasped his little hands before him and awaited further instruction.
This was a day for the books.