Things I am thinking about...

When I wanted to have a kid, oh, about 5 or so years ago, there are so many things that I did not take into account at that time. Not that I would change my mind now, about having a child that is, but I would have started back then saving up my change and any and all craft stuff to use in the years to come.

Halloween costumes
Christmas gifts, Christmas costumes,
Valentine's Day stuff
Easter stuff
The tooth Fairy
...and I don't know what all yet.

What brings these thoughts on right now is that fact that I am in the middle of making a Valentines box for my child for the Valentine's Party this coming Sunday. (Which the weather had BETTER clear up for!)

Not to mention that I am now working on my THIRD batch of Valentines. Batches one and two are in the round file...if you know what I mean. This batch had BETTER work.

That's all.

Well, other than I am wondering how to prepare the pork for supper here in a few minutes.

Any suggestions?

Comments

A Joyful Chaos said…
Hopefully your valentine project turns out more than lovely! :)
February 8, 2011 at 3:08 PM
The Lumberjack's Wife said…
Try having four kids for all those events! Yowsers! :)

Have a good day!
February 9, 2011 at 9:17 AM
Renee said…
Just wanted to say thanks for sharing our project (2011 letters) on Homesteading today.I really appreciate it!Every letter brings us closer to our goal. :) by the way,I love all the snow you are getting...we used to live in Michigan,so I miss the snow....it's so pretty. :) I also love Ellen's artwork.Have a great day!
February 9, 2011 at 1:04 PM
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