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Brace yourselves...this is a long one. Last night was one of those perfect family nights. We ate a lovely stir fry dinner without any spills or negotiations, and then Daddy decided we should bake peanutbutter cookies. Daddy has become the superior dessert chef in our house. I still claim the title of cake queen, but anything else is his domain. We all baked together, and we just had a blast--no other way to say it. (I made the crew pose for this one.)
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Please notice the goobery "cheese" faces. They are just begging to be embarrased with future significant others when they do that. The baking was going swimmingly at this point.
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Then somehow the flour bowl got knocked to the floor. Miraculously, it landed like this. It really could have been worse!
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Issa insisted on sweeping it all up. She then insisted that she was going to sweep the kitchen every night. Who am I to argue?
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Yep...we let Evan lick the beater...
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...and Issa got the spoon. I did it as a kid and I'm still alive and kicking!
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The finished cookies were yummy...
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...and the sweet moments with these sweet kiddos (and a sweet husband) were better than any cookies ever could be.
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