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Felt Fortune Cookies For Valentine’s Day

Felt Fortune Cookies For Valentine’s Day

Here is a very simple and special way to send your Valentine a message. On Valentine’s Day this year, create your own Felt Fortune Cookies! Each one can house a special message and 2 Hershey’s Kisses. The kids will love making and receiving these! Here’s how: 1. Pick up some red felt at your local craft store. 2. Cut out a circle, 4 inches in diameter. 3. Fold in half, creating a half moon shape. 4. With red thread, sew along the edge almost completely, leaving 1 inch at either end. 5. Cut a skinny strip of white paper and write your message, then slip into the felt fortune cookie. 6. Pop a Hershey’s Kiss in both ends of the Felt Fortune for a great suprise and to give the cookie some shape. 7. Fold, creating a “pac man” / fortune cookie shape and stitch at the top of the fold to hold the shape. Brought to you by...

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The Birthday Party Circuit

I just returned from a birthday party for my daughter’s friend. Yes, it seems my 21 month-old has friends now, and the appropriate occasions that go with these relationships are starting. She’s attended little celebrations before, but this was her first true honest-to-goodness party.  And the whold day prior, I had been wondering what it would be like for her, and what it would be like for me. Allow me to explain. Obviously, I’ve been at children’s birthday parties before.  I have nieces and nephews, cousins and friends with children.  But I had never attended as a parent, and so never as a true participant of the party. When I was single, or a wife and not yet a mother, I was more of an observer at birthday parties. A couple of days before, I’d worry about what size the birthday boy or girl was, and how I would relate that information to “T” sizes, as I didn’t know what that meant. I watched the kids run and play, and watched parents chase after them.  I’d notice the parents chat amongst themselves, and sometimes I’d join their conversations and listen to them discuss the hot topics: childcare and play dates and school options.  Then I’d excuse myself and get a drink.  Alcohol at kids’ parties was always a plus for those who don’t have kids in my book. This time, I attended a child’s birthday party as a member of the club. I’m a parent through and through and currently in the mist of being guided by a toddler through toddlerhood. I definitely felt a part of this scene, and yet part of me still had some anxiety.  My daughter goes to the same daycare center as the birthday girl, and my husband drops our girl off and picks her up on weekdays.  I am actually embarrassed to say I didn’t recognize the birthday girl, and I didn’t know too many of the parents there either. Apparently that didn’t matter to them, as they were all very warm and welcoming to me. They were eager to meet “the-mother-of” and to tell me how much they liked my little girl. I was filled with pride to hear such praise, and I told them how nice it was to meet them.  One comment did startle me : “We’re glad to finally meet you too, your husband said you were the workaholic...

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A Day Lost

I just put my son down for bed and I realized I’m upset with myself. I had the entire day with my son, alone, for the first time in a very long time. I was actually really looking forward to it. One of the things I’ve hated the most about working as much as I have been is that it takes me away from him. It was pouring buckets of rain from the sky today, so the day at the park that I had planned was a bust. There was so much to get done, work for this site, work for my “day job,” the house cleaning and trying to catch a cat nap for myself while he was having his nap. Funny, I never had that nap. I chose to read instead. I wanted just a few minutes to myself. That turned into an hour and a half, and before I knew it, he was calling for me. Nap time was over and more time “lost.” When he woke up, we were both a little groggy, so instead of playing cars with him, doing a puzzle together or coloring, I did something I’m really not proud of. I turned on a DVD and had him sit next to me on the couch while I transcribed an interview I did last week. Then I made us lunch. After lunch we ran around for a minute, maybe two, playing his favorite game of “Chase me Mommy!” When I say a minute or two, I mean literally no more than 120 seconds. I’m almost seven months pregnant, so running is not my strong suit. Even running at the pace of a two-and-a-half-year-old. After that, I found myself at a loss for things to do. In fact, I could tell that he was starting to get bored and cranky, so I started making up exercises: “Can you jump five times? How about ten? Can you jump ten times?” Then, I put in another DVD. I was a bit winded from all that jumping. I did more work while he sat on the couch. I felt really productive in my work. And at that moment, I was really proud of myself. That second DVD carried us through to the late afternoon. It took us all the way to bath time. My husband came home from a much deserved day with the “boys,” and...

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