I finally finished my Christmas cookies yesterday. I didn’t intend to bake a lot of cookies this year. We are not traveling for Christmas. My husband and my two year old can only eat so many cookies. Actually, they can eat a lot of cookies. But they shouldn’t.
My husband’s aunt (my aunt in-law?) is a real cook and baker. I’m a hobby cookie decorator. She is the real deal. Nate eats all of my cast off rejected cookies. During the holidays, this means a lot of cookies. By the time we get to Christmas, Nate declares that he cannot eat another cookie. And then his aunt hands him a bag of sugary buttery baked goods and suddenly he can actually eat another cookie (or ten.)
I have a friend who dazzles me with her ability to be amazing all of the time. She wears cute clothes, her house is spectacular, and she throws fabulous parties (large and small.) She can make a gathering of 3 people feel like a special event. When I went to meet her new baby, she had a beautiful spread on her dining room table. I asked her how she managed to be a new mom and a perfect hostess. She replied, “We became parents, not Neanderthals.” Read more…
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