My Little Helper

The other night I decided to make cookies, I don't know why, other than my thighs were feeling a little competition from my hips and I needed to oblige the rivalry. So, I figured, hey, I'll let Maggie be my little helper. I mean really, what is "cuter" than the Mommy teaching her little girl how to make cookies? Nothing I tell you, NOTHING. So, I pulled a chair up to the counter for her, compiled the ingredients and began. Maggie was SUCH a great helper: "read" if you count her shoving her hands into the bowl of flower, and basically emptying the silverware drawer into the sink, then she was fabulous.

But, when all was said and done, the girl seriously "earned" her licky of the beater. Considering she'd never had a beater before, she sure knew exactly what to do with it and the deliciousness known as cookie dough.

Here is a shot of the finished product, AND my NEW cookie scoop. So excited that I officially own a cookie scoop.

Here is another "clever" way Maggie has found to "help" me. I think I can totally do without this help.

Sometimes I think this bloggign thing is a seriously good thing for the health of the child. 'Cause in moments like this, instead of killing the kid, you just have to take a picture.

Still to come, Thanksgiving photos, Scott Davis and Max in the cutest freaking Sunday outfit there ever was.

G'night and good luck.