A girly holiday?!?

In the past, I have said that Thanksgiving is a man's holiday... that's another story. My husband came in today  saying that if Thanksgiving is a man's holiday then Valentines Day is totally a woman's holiday. I absolutely agreed with him. But I think I've changed my mind...

Valentines gives the boy/man/husband/boyfriend-what ever- a chance to be the "hero." I have it on good authority that most guys do want to be the hero at some point. To swoop in and save the girl from imminent disaster... it's down right awesome! 

I was pondering this as my husband rode off on his white horse (or green pick up truck) towards the evil fortress where his children are being held captive (the grade school). He was armed with weapons ever white knight needs...  flowers for his little princesses and a treat for his little prince. As much as he (may or may not have) huffed about Valentines Day, I could see it in his eyes... he was just as excited as they are going to be. I wanted so bad to follow and be a paparazzi just to see the kids reactions! I love that my children's daddy is their valentine! 

So happy Valentines Day to all of you!  

One step forward... two steps back

No, this isn't a post about dancing.
This is about me and Little Q... he's a  ten-month-old ToRnAdO of joy. I am trying SO HARD to get my house to look clean for more than ten minutes at a time. But I think it is virtually impossible!

I used to stay up and really clean when my kids were asleep... that's a joke now! I'm lucky to get an hour of quiet time and maybe three hours of uninterrupted sleep at a time. So that method of cleaning is out the window! I am also teaching my littles to clean. (That means letting them clean and not let them see me fixing it). I am totally rambling... blah blah... trying to clean.

Anyway, I had to stop and laugh this afternoon because, well this is how it went:

• Put two things away.
• get Q off the stairs
• wash one dish 
• get Q out of the garbage
• sort two pieces of mail
• get Q off the stairs
• put one thing away
• pick up all the dishes Q pulled out of the cupboard
• put one thing away
• get Q off the stairs
• Sweep one square foot
• pick up all the kitchen towels Q pulled out and unfolded
• sit down and laugh or cry that nothing is being accomplished... and then just laugh and snuggle my silly baby!

It's a good thing that being a good mom and being a good house keeper are not necessarily the same!

What can't be cured by chocolate?

I just ate 1/4 of a bag of chocolate chips. Sigh!

Because of my son's allergy, I've had to buy the good kind. I never used to break into the baking supplies... Those cheap, semi sweet chips were kind of nasty plain. Then along came Ben and I began to buy "Ben friendly stuff." Much to the dismay of my girly figure, I found that the Hershey's Milk Chocolate chips taste just like the candy bars. Oh dear! These may never make it to become chocolate chip cookies.