Ohhh...TJ is so darn cute ... I love how you made that heart shape w/your crocheted scarf (yes, I know you do good work on those!) on the back of her high chair. TJ's pink polka dot shirt is adorable! ...as is her tray'scape. She can enjoy lotsa' goodies! Oh look @ those glittzy pink birds on your napkins ...which are so cool (I've loved those before) ... & the little heart bowls are cute as can be! & using the Little Debbie cakes under the raised 'domes' is a wonderful idea! The red stemware is gorgeous, punk...wonderful gift! The 'kissing' kids are adorable as part of your centerpc ... love the linens & the place settings (all stacked) are so pretty! Everything is X & O's @your home! TFS, punk! Jeanne S.

If you get on Martha's site It's called" Crayon Stained- Glass Heart Cards" I couldn't seem to find them.Anyway you can type that in & they come up as cards. Be sure to do as Cherry says tho & use foil on ironing board & lot of paper or paper sacks then shavings wax paper shavings more paper & foil. I think you have to be very careful or it will run out so have a wet rag handy also & not very warm iron. Jan

I have a non-stick muffin tin and have used that to recycle broken crayons. It worked well for me. Make sure the oven is on very low. The preschoolers I teach have fun with the crayon cupcakes, and even toddlers can easily hold them and scribble on big sheets of paper. I would imagine if you sprayed your heart cookie mold with Pam first you could get the crayons out.

See! You could have used one of those as a stamp before you cooked it! Story: The shovel digression reminded me. I have a hammer. I'm not sure exactly where I got the hammer but I had it in college. It might have been a freebie that my father handed off to me. I got all kinds of weird things that way. I still have it. It hammers things. It has a good claw. I can lift it. All's good. But one day, my father was at my house helping me with something and asked for a hammer, so I handed him my hammer. He looked at it with great disdain and a little puzzlement. "That's not a hammer," he said. Um...it's a better hammer than those flowery girly ones, but whatev. So he went to his truck and got a "real hammer" (not bigger nor heavier, surely better balanced, separate head and wooden handle, whereas mine is all in one, probably some kind of pot metal with a chrome finish and rubbery grip, but I don't know what made it so much more real. I think you have to be better at driving nails than I to know). After he finished the job, he tried to give his hammer to me, though I wouldn't let him. It was his favorite hammer. He'd had it since long before I was born. What greater expression of love is there than a man who wants to give you his favorite hammer when you don't even know why it's better than the one you have?