Christmas Baking

I just baked my little tail off... that is if I had a tail. (Who came up with that expression anyway?) I had an extra hour with the kids and thought, "Hmmm, we should bake together to give things to the neighbors." The kids lost interest fast and I ended up in the kitchen for the next five hours. (Much of the time was spent prying little Q's fingers out of the cookie dough or rescuing gingerbread men from his grasp). But it was fun.

Too bad I had to taste each treat to "make sure it was good enough to give the neighbors." And too bad I didn't get them all delivered and have to face the tempting little devils tomorrow before I get them all on plates, wrapped, and ribbon tied.

Trouble with a capital T

I don't usually have time to take pictures of Mr. Trouble caught in the act, because usually I have to rescue him first. But here were a few incidents that I thought he could hang on long enough for a picture. And just so you know, these things are very regular occurrences! (As in, by the time I'm done typing this sentence, he'll have accomplished probably four of these).

The fridge raid...

Getting his own dishes...

Official food sampler...

Monkey

Climber of EVERYTHING!

Kitchen helper

Phone swiper... no 911 calls yet, but I'm dreading one.

"Oops, did I do that?"

He's crazy, busy, full of mischief... but we love our little man!