Christian's class party is Friday, and she's supposed to bring something to contribute. I asked her what she wanted to bring and she said cookies.
Of course she said cookies.
I don't do cookies.
Well, I do do cookies, but not pretty decorated sugar cookies. And, let's face it, that's what kids expect at a valentine's party.
So this week, I've made two batches of sugar cookie dough and six mini valentine cakes for various teachers, and random other people (lest I spoil the surprise by saying who). And valentines. Lots of valentines.
It's (as I write this) just a few hours away. When he wakes up I'll feed him breakfast and get him dressed and take him to Granny's house, where he goes every Thursday. He and his cousin Jakob will have a little "Balentimes" party of their own.
Believe it or not, but I think I'm probably more excited than he is. And he's pretty darn excited. It's just that it's his first little party, and his first go at handing out valentines, and I've worked so danged hard on all this stuff this week. The valentines are pretty dadgum cute, if I do say so myself. Which adds to my excitement. I can't wait for the recipients to see how adorable they turned out.
My neighbor came over tonight and kept me company while I worked for a bit, though I did way more talking than working. I showed her their valentines, and we just couldn't get over the cuteness of these things! She was pretty impressed.
I would show a picture ('cause I took about a thousand) but it would spoil the surprise of the people reading this blog who will be receiving these cute little things.
I'll post pictures of them, and the cakes, in a few days.
I only have Cullen's party cake complete right now. I'm kind of excited to see the others lined up, all complete and ready to be devoured. I think it will look like Saint Valentine puked all over my kitchen. But in a good way.
So, in the absence of incomparably cute "Balentimes," I'll leave you with Cullen's "Balentimes" cookies. Which were decorated after hours upon hours upon hours of me standing in the kitchen, up to my elbows in sugar.
Fear my mad sugar cookie decorating skillz.