Hope you enjoyed a "love-filled" Valentines Day. We sure did!
I had the best of intentions to wake up and make heart shaped pancakes for my adorable family, but alas, this sinus infection got the best of me, and I awoke to Greg saying that he had fed the kids breakfast and he was heading to work. Oh well. It's the though that counts, right?

Little Miss Emma was so excited to attend her VERY FIRST school Valentines Party! She spent a solid hour writing her name on all of her Valentines and was super pumped to hand them out.
She did NOT want to wear her preschool shirt (as requested by the teacher) to her party, but I told her that all the kids would be wearing them and persuaded her into it by promising that she could wear her red tights.

Greg had worked until midnight the night before Valentines Day, but when I walked into the kitchen that morning, there were flowers and gifts for all three of us!! He had stopped by the store AFTER MIDNIGHT to pick up our tokens of love. How thoughtful, huh? The note says, "Red roses for my red hot wife, purple flowers for my purple princess and a puppy dog for dog signing Grant". "Doggy" is pretty much the only baby sign that Grant will consistently do. :) Too cute.

As is Adams tradition, "cupid" left a trail of paper hearts from Emma's bedroom out into the living room to a little stash of gifts. Emma was really excited about her Barbie dress and stuffed my little pony.
I know, I know. Grant was left out of this one, but I figured he wouldn't care until next year. :)

Here is Emma singing Valentines songs with her preschool class at her Valentines party.

And working so diligently on her Valentines for her peers.

That evening Greg took me to see Itzhak Perlman in concert at the Mesa Arts Center. This has been a life long dream of mine, and it was so fun to see him perform live!!!!! He is an incredible violinist. What a wonderful evening.

P.S. - Yep. Another awesome p.s. That afternoon while chatting with my friend Ashley who had just dropped off Valentines treats, Grant started crying because we wouldn't let him crawl into the rocks to eat them. He cried pretty hard, then his face and lips went blue, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body went stiff. It was horribly scary. Ashley called 9-1-1 because we were both petrified. By the time she was off the phone, Grant had come out of his seizure like state and was lying his head on my should. The firemen came 2 minutes later and checked him out. They said that they did not think it was a seizure because of his quick recuperation but recommended that we talk to the pediatrician the next day. The next afternoon right before his nap, Grant got upset because I was not getting his milk to him quick enough, again, he had the same seizure-like episode, only shorter this time. We got him into the pediatrician that evening, who let us know that it was NOT a seizure, but a "breath holding spell". He said that Grant gets so upset that he loses oxygen to his brain and then passes out. It does not do damage to his brain, but is most definitely SCARY for me!! Just glad it is nothing more serious. The doc recommended anger management classes. Ha Ha. And Grant was supposed to be our peacemaker??? hmmm???
4 comments:
I have a couple of friends who's kids had breath holding spells. I have never witnessed it, but it sure sounds scary to me. Thank goodness they eventually grow out of it.
1. Dang, Greg, way to show up all the guys with your Valentine surprises!
2. Unfortunately Izzy was sitting next to me when I was reading this and saw the stash of gifts that Cupid left. I didn't tell her that Cupid left them.:)
3. So sorry about Grant's "spells". That has got to be so terrifying! I'm sure you and Emily can have lots of discussions about this.
I love the Cupid idea! How fun!
Oh my gosh, how scary about Grant! Anger management? Who did he get all this anger from???
I am so jealous you got to see Itzak...how amazing is that!!!! Wish I could have spent my Valentine's Day with you guys instead of at a band concert without my husband. :(
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