Being the oldest I sometimes feel like I missed out on my sisters' childhoods. So I am always mesmerized when my sister Krista starts recounting childhood stories to me. Sometimes she asks what my childhood was like, and I don't always have an answer. Different than hers mostly. She can tell me about games like "Bob" and campouts with Sarah and shnikes on Taryn and movies made with Summer. Today I realized what I can tell her. Coming home to mom in the middle of baking cookies (how did she always time it so perfectly so that there was still dough, and some fresh cookies?), chattering on to mom while she finished, sneaking cookie dough, then sneaking again, eating around all the chocolate chips and having a baked cookie...then back to the bowl to sneak a little more dough. That is my childhood.
As such I occasionally long for mom's chocolate chip cookies. I've tried and tried to make them like her--but I am a miserable failure!! They're always burnt, or the textures wrong, or they're not soft enough, or they somehow taste nothing like moms.
Until TONIGHT!!!
(That's a cookie smile...)
That is right, I nailed it!! YUM YUM CHILDHOOD!!!! What finally did it for me? My mom giving me step-by-tiny-step instructions. Thank you mom!
And because what good would a post be without any cute kids, I give you: What 4 children do the day after you babysit an infant who used the pack n' play to nap:
How novel!! But CharlyAnn wanted in on it.
(If you look close you can see the tooth she acquired during Christmas break)
In she goes!!
3 comments:
Congrats! Those look yummy! And you do have a similar childhood when it comes to cookies and the part I liked best, the chatting. Love those little kids, can't wait to see them.
precious children!
That is funny that you say you had a hard time with perfecting mom's cookies. I had the same failurific experiences until mom gave me the step by step tutorial and now-- relive childhood! They still aren't QUITE as good as moms, but still are close enough!
OH those kids!! CJ, I hate to say it but we were just by MOnroe and I wanted to come show up on your doorstep SO bad but I didn't and now i wish every moment that I had. But, good childhood story, and precious kids!
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