Cookies

Finally we are fulfilling the request from a certain man to send some cookies. Brennan was helping by making sure the chocolate chips were fresh and yummy enough to go in. Then it was on to batter test control. He is quite fabulous at both of these jobs. I really am excited for the day that I don't have to have that ugly transformer to use my mixer. BLAH!

Mike.....note to you.....when you get your cookies and you notice that our recipe make a signifigant amount more you can thank this guy who couldn't keep his hands off the batter. I helped as well in product testing. So blame us both and hope that they are as good when you get them.

Taylor has been carrying around this phone all day and talking to dad about her everyday moments.

"Dad, we are going to the post office now to give you your cookies."

"Dad, mom is mad at Carter."

"Dad, Carter punched me and I hit him back because Mom told me too." That is the truth. I simply told her not to put up with him being a bully and she needed to stand up for herself.

"Dad, I ate some of your cookies."

"Dad, I am eating more of your cookies."

I hope you get the point.

Big brother hugs are the best. Brennan was Carter's favorite buddy of the day until a wooden sword was used to fight Carter.