Ah, Valentine’s Day. I always thought it was kind of stupid. But that is another one of those surprising things that changed once I had kids. Now Valentine’s Day is one of my favorites. I’ve come to embrace the cheesiness and syrupy sweetness of red frilly hearts, and I love the beautiful Valentines that my boys make for their friends and family.
This is the first year that we have had to bring valentines for an entire class. Huck’s teacher sent home a note asking each child to bring in a box of valentines. No treats or prizes were allowed, and the kids would address and sign all of their valentines in class. I swear I was going to listen and follow directions and buy a box of valentines featuring Lightening McQueen or something, but it killed me, I mean it KILLED me to buy a box of pre-made valentines. I knew what we had to do.
I cut and folded a bunch of red cardstock and then I let the boys go at it with sponge pouncers, white paint, glitter glue and felt heart stickers. In the end we had very modern, gorgeous little cards.