Valentines' Day . . . Ahhhh. . .

I know I am a little late for this but I have to get this off my chest. My husband does not believe in Valentines Day. Like if he does not believe it does not happen. HA HA!! When we first met he told me this line of bull. In truth it is his way of getting out of having to buy flowers when they are the most expensive. I have always told you he was cheap. He does buy me flowers on occassion but he hates it on Valentines day. He says it is a made up holiday that the card and flower shops conjured to make money. Anyway, he really does have a heart. I thought about this when I read Beths' blog about all the other women getting flowers on V Day and how Dan didn't do that. Well the first V day after we were married I was working in an office of a bunch of spiteful women. Mark new I did not like where I worked nor the bunch of women I worked with. So in order to make me feel better about me and to make them suck air. He sent me a singing quartet to my office. Yes, a singing Barber Shop Quartet. They sang, "I love you truly". Needless to say there were a lot of men that night getting an ear full! I was a little emabaressed but I loved every minute of it. I do sort of miss not working anywhere now. But only for that reason. I just had to tell you about that one. He really can be sweet when he wants to.

This year I did get two long stemed red roses. He snuck them in the house and let the boys give them to me. To bad I don't have more kids huh. Goober didn't get me any chocolate though. I had to buy that myself. Oh well, ture love is never perfect.

My Baby is growing up. . .

My baby is now 5. Yes, I said it 5. Is this possible? Is it possible that the little bundle of joy that I fretted over for 9 months is now 5 and will start school in August? It seems that only yesterday he was siting in his bouncy seat cooing and giggling at everylittle thing. How is it that they grow up so fast? I am not ready to be a mother with two boys in school. I like being the mother of a preschooler. It makes me feel young. OK, I know I'm selfish, what can I say. What ever will I do with myself for those "Fabulous" (oops did I say that?) 61/2 hours with no kids.