Valentime's Day

Dawson gets excited about holidays. Well any holiday that includes presents or candy. In this case, Valentine's Day is a heart themed Halloween.

He calls it Valentime's Day. It bothers me. I correct him continuously when he says it because I know of adults who pronounce it the same way. Or say "libary" for library or "secetary" for secretary. It's a tragedy really. My worst offense in this area was thinking "wind chill factor" was actually called "windshield" factor. I could totally be a meteorologist and get by with that term.

When Dawson woke up on V-day, he ran down the stairs and asked me if I was ready to get his Valentime's gift because he "might" have made something for me and daddy.

♥CRAP!♥ 

We didn't have anything for Dawson. Not even a card. I didn't think a little song and dance routine was going to settle the matter so I asked Dawson if he could wait for a bit and then we'd exchange. 

I was fully expecting him to rely solely on the gratification of his school Valentine's Day. We had to go buy him cards to pass out and his teacher sent out an email to us parents that treats were welcome as well. I mean, check out the bag they made in class and it was filled to the brim with candy and cards, pencils. Speaking of this bag. Jason and I were reminiscing about the fact that back in our day, we decorated shoe boxes. A clear indicator that we had higher aspirations of the love our class had for us.

 

Jason and I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. We don't get each other gifts or cards or anything. But If we can find a babysitter, we'll go out. So not only was I not prepared to have anything Dawson, I was fully prepared to not receive anything myself. Which led me to a brilliant idea.

I made my own bag.

As you can see, it's nicely decorated and it has my name on it. 

I took it to the road at the end of our driveway and sat it on the corner. Surely, there are people in this world that know how love works ( If you need a reminder of how love works, click here.) and they'd drop a card and a treat or two in the bag for me. 

After 4 hours I went to check on the love progress. I got nothing. 

So I walked my bag to the highway near our house. There's more traffic coming and going to Walmart on that road so I thought this would be more successful. I was especially hoping someone would snag a cup of popcorn chicken from the deli and drop it in my bag. When I went to check on the bag 2 hours later my bag was gone. I figure another girl named Joy needed more love than me so I didn't let it get to me.

I totally made up that story so that I could have filler before telling you how I remedied the Dawson problem I was having. 

After I told Dawson to wait just a bit, I had him go watch cartoons and I ran upstairs to Jason in a panic telling him we needed to act fast because Dawson was asking if he could give us our Valentime's Day card he "might" have made for us and we had nothing! 

So Jason went into stealth mode and left. About 20 minutes later he returned with a Matchbox car and box of chocolates for Dawson who hadn't even realized Jason had left. (Some of you parents might notice that cartoons can have that effect on your children). Jason gave Dawson his V-day love and we all hugged and Dawson ran and got us the card he made us.

If you'll click to enlarge the picture on the right, which is the inside of the card, you'll see the evidence that Dawson really doesn't mispronounce this holiday.

The bonus or me was that Jason spotted a butt load of guys picking through the wilted flowers at the store doing some last minute shopping for their loved one's and he picked me up a package of Reese's hearts.

Sorry about that little fiasco that you won't learn about until you start to read this blog Dawson. But we really do love you.

 Of course I won't leave out a picture of my other 2 valentines!