The Preschool Party

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What an exhausting week this has been! We spent our snow day on Tuesday baking a cake for Valentine’s Day. I really don’t know what got into me. I always think it will be fun making treats with the children. But it evolves into me trying to measure ingredients and stir while Eli is sticking his hands in everything to taste it and Georgia is screaming and climbing up my leg.

Amidst the chaos, we made a fudge strawberry torte, which I posted below. It is wonderful! I lifted it from Pillsbury’s Web site, but I thought it was a good excuse for me to participate in Friday's Feast, so there you go.

Wednesday, I decided to take Eli to preschool in case they had their Valentine’s Day party that day since school had been cancelled the previous day. Remember how I said, “What are they going to do? Send us home?” Yeah, well, they sent us home. That’ll teach me to have a smart-ass attitude about everything. Luckily, the party was rescheduled for Thursday when all the kids would be there. So we packed up Eli’s valentines (again) and headed off to school on Thursday.

I was all happy with myself since I had my little individual bags full of candy for each child. Unfortunately, Desert Songbird’s evil twin apparently has a daughter in my son’s class. When Eli brought home his big sack of Valentines, I started rifling through it to evaluate the achievements and creativity of the other moms admire the cute Valentines from the other children. I was patting myself on the back as I pulled out Valentine after Valentine with one piece of candy taped to a little store-bought Valentine.

Then, I pulled out “the one.” There was one Valentine that consisted of a big bag of candy with a big handmade (!!!) card attached to it with a cute little ribbon. The card had a heart-shaped picture of the little girl on the front. You opened it up, and there were tons of Valentines stickers, and then on the back it said, “Lovingly handmade by (girl’s name)” WTF?!!! And I thought I was an over-achiever. Oh well, this gives me something to strive for for next year. Eric told me I need to calm down now or I’m going to be suffering from some serious ulcers by the time Eli is in first grade.

At least the mom’s coffee was rescheduled for today, too. Georgia and I went and hung out while drinking very weak coffee and I pimped my Passion Parties chatted with other moms. I did meet some other moms who seemed like lots of fun. One mom who I always thought looked kind of bitchy turned out to be freaking hysterical, so that was great! And two of the other moms lit up when they found out I did Passion Parties and started asking me questions about Gigi. Now they want to book a party! Yippy skippy!!

And to top it all off, I won the door prize drawing for free flowers. Why is it that when Eric got me a huge vase of roses and daisies on Valentine’s Day, I was warm and happy, but when I won a small vase of flowers at the preschool, I was ecstatic. My competitive nature? Hmmm. . . I’ll have to analyze that.