It was just down-right cold this weekend, and we stayed in a lot. Since staying at Grandma's for a while, it seems that every time Brantley goes to our house, some of his toys migrate back to her house. This time, it was the enormous barrel that Santa brought, along with his previous stash.
Brant started building while I was laying down for a few minutes. A bit later he joined me, but to my surprise, when I came into the living room, he had completed the whole thing, except for the little red roofed building, and the green and red roofed building. He followed all the directions perfectly! The only issue was the dog.
|We had to document this before destruction|
|An areal view before the fire truck drove through.|
We started the tradition of the annual Valentine's breakfast when Brantley got old enough to care about it, and the fact that we liked to celebrate it as a family. Let's face it. I will never have a date on Valentine's day. Never had one dating, won't happen married. Simply because, SOMEONE has to work at the slammed restaurants that everyone else is eating at!! But no matter, we solved the problem.
Whatever weekend day is closest to the holiday, we have our own celebration. I usually go all out and have fun with decorations, but this year was a little subdued. Waddling doesn't lend itself to decorating, and we were at Mom's house. I didn't have my tub of decorations either! But it was fun, and as I always do it the night before, a surprise when Brantley wakes up. This year, he added to the fun by making some hearts of his own, and making us place cards.
Happy Valentine's Day from the O'Days, albeit, a little early!