Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
WW~ My Contribution to the V-Day Sugar Stock-up
I know this is supposed to be wordless but I just can't help it. I read this post over at Redhead Ranting yesterday and had to admit that I'm that Mom. I wasn't intentionally trying to outdo or impress. I honestly thought it would be a nice little treat amongst all the cards. I did not know that Valentine's Day was the new Halloween. I swear I didn't. I'm new to this. My oldest is in 1st grade. The extra time I had to do this was after everyone had gone to bed. I poured a glass of wine and tinkered in the kitchen. It was relaxing and enjoyable. It's also a marketing ploy. Last year, when I sent suckers for the Holiday Party, I got an order to custom make some for a Birthday party. There is a method to my madness.
As the kids get older the opportunities to make special moments will diminish. Jennifer mentioned sending prophylactics next year. I think she was kidding. With her you never know. I think if the kids keep getting all this candy each year I'll start stocking up the best acne remedies and send those with the Valentine's. They'll appreciate that, won't they?
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I think in a way and in different forms we are all that mom! lol.ReplyDelete