my sweet boys
Just a couple of pictures of the wonderful way I was treated by the men in my life on Valentine's Day.
Check out this assortment of interesting flowers. Quite the eclectic mix, don't you think?
In the back there's an orchid and another pretty plant that shall remain nameless until I look it up. The spring basket is from Boy9 and Boy12 - there's a little bumble bee in it - "bee mine" - get it? And then Mr. M planted two baskets of mystery bulbs. I think they're crocuses. I guess I'll find out soon.
Mr. M and Boy9 got chocolates (Boy12 will get his when he comes back on Friday). Boy9 has eaten his already, but Mr. M is trying to do Weight Watchers and is afraid to check how many points are in a chocolate covered marzipan heart!
The best thing for me was the present Boy9 made me. On Monday night we had a slight...um...altercation about various things and he went stomping off telling me I was a bad mummy and that I could just forget Valentine's Day. He's quite the cranky little guy sometimes but I knew his bad mood wouldn't last long. Later on he scurried off to his room and stayed in there for ages rustling around, obviously making one of his creations.
And yesterday morning I woke up to this.
We had the pot from last year and he made a shiny flower (I'm informed that it's a rose) to go with it. There are little cut-out hearts inside the flower too, and on the larger heart hanging off the leaf it says: "Did you really think I wouldn't give you a present? I love you."
He got a BIG smooch for that one.