You're fun to do things with, children of ours. Your eyes light up and you remind us how the world is full of wonderful things, like cookies and stand mixers and eating chocolate chips right out of the jar.
Years and years ago, your father and I dreamed of what our life would be like. One boy and one girl, we thought. Your dad's vision involved a baseball or a campsite, whereas mine involved flour and sugar and measuring cups on the kitchen island. One boy, one girl, and a recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Apparently it all came true and on a sunny Saturday afternoon in December at that. I wonder if you'll remember it, kiddos. But just in case you won't, I took a few photos...
I think this was your favourite part, Snoozer. You loved turning the mixer on and off. I was worried you would turn it all the way up to 8, but like the reasonable little man you are, you stuck to 1, 2, or 3.
Testing the chocolate chips. You know...just to make sure they were still good.
Little Miss, you loved picking out the chocolate chips and eating them.
Quality control. I told you that Dad wouldn't let you eat the cookie dough, and you thought Mom was pretty cool.
My little loves. Nine minutes later and the cookies were out. With full bellies and flour on your shirts, it was time for a rest. Coop, just in case you won't remember, this is what you said on your way up to bed:
"Thank you mommy for the cookies. I eat more cookies after rest? Haha! Monkeys eat cookies! And bananas!"
And then you made monkey noises and climbed into your bed.