Monday, February 14, 2011

Help me find the humor in this. Please.

It's that dreaded money-making holiday. I'm being fun mom/good wife today. I break out the cute tablecloth, have heart plates for breakfast, make heart sandwiches for lunch with pink lemonade, whip up a batch of red 40 cupcakes that I had intended to be our dessert for supper - grilled New York strips, roasted baby red potatoes, carrots & peas, bottle of wine. I even text the Significant Other to inform him that the dessert passed the taste test.

I put the boys down for a nap. The girls and I head downstairs. They're playing princess. I hop on the treadmill with my ipod and my book. So, I can't hear anything. On a whim - gut instinct- I decide to run up quick and check.

My baby. MINE. THE TWERP. Has completely destroyed a dozen cupcakes. Completely. Not salvageable. So much for my rant of knowing where my kids are and what they're doing at all times. Eating words is bitter.

And. I made a special trip to the store with extra kids this morning to get this dumb cupcake stuff. For this dumb holiday. Husband?? ---I love you. And you don't need cupcakes to know that. But, I'll try again. Tomorrow.


13 comments:

Mindy said...

gah! you've had bad luck with little boys & baked goods lately!

Lani said...

Oh shoot. :( And that's about all I have to say about that.

Tim and Melissa said...

Oh no! It's the thought that counts :)

p.s.-totally something MY baby would do, too!

Shannon said...

lani - shoot? yeah. let's pretend that's what i said too. alright then.

Pam said...

so sorry!!

Anonymous said...

mom is
laughing
hysterically..
wyatt only threw a porkloin...your lil man destroyed the evidence..oh
cole..
how is your tummmmmy...
enjoy the rest of your day

Cheri said...

lucky for cole that he's such a cute little bugger.

Shannon said...

yes, lucky for him. not so lucky for his butt.

Mrs Starling said...

Ammunition for any kind of mother's day gift you want when he gets big enough to get them for you?

Neisha said...

ugh!

Jenny said...

I'm not having the best V-day either. John spent the day sick, in bed. I read facebook updates, all about heart-shaped pizzas and sweethearts, and get more depressed. We're spending the evening in our jammies, with a Kleenix box nearby. And I'm not sick...so at least there's that, but I'm feeling very lonely, even with my husband a mere five feet away...sleeping.

Mj said...

sorry. love your photos of the evidence. they weren't all that great for anyone anyway with all that red40 or whatever...pretty tho. hey, you have many other days you can call "love" days..right?

Anita said...

whoops. He's pretty... amazing... ;)