Will YOU win?

Mother, Grandmother and I attempted, and defeated, a family recipe for Christmas sugar cookies.

The challenge is issued to you- the person who most closely guesses what these original cookies (pre frosting and attack from Kathy with the sprinkles) were, wins a prize. Or the most creative guess. Or the best review. Really, whatever makes me laugh the hardest is going to win.

Ask Meg, the prize is AMAZING.

You have until January 7th.

Time starts now.

Vrooom Vrooom.

Merry Christmas to Katie!

We got to take the bike out when we got to Colorado, wah ha....

He's frustratingly attractive on a bike.

It's Really Not His Fault, Kids...

Conversation. Of. The.Day

At the table eating pancakes.

Katie: One day I'll figure out the whole cooking thing, honey, I promise. But in the meantime, thanks for being willing to eat all of my food while I figure it out.

Jordan: It's not so bad, I figure I could be eating an MRE or nothing at all.

Katie blinks. Jordan's eyes widen and shows immediate signs of panic.

Jordan: Ooooh that didn't come out right-

Katie: It's always nice to know when your food ranks just above starvation and MRE's.

Jordan wisely stops trying to fix it and leans back in defeat.

Jordan: I can already see it on the blog now.

Katie: It's really not my fault you provide so much opportunity.

Blargh...

Mega-nasty-disgusting-flu-yuckiness this weekend. I'll spare you the details, except husband was phenomenal and singlehandedly learned how to fix me jello. Plus, although it might sound corny, he cuddled with me on the couch for hours so I could fall asleep even though the possibility of him getting sick was high and watched Ice Age with me so I would laugh. It worked. My fever broke and my stomach settled. He always fixes me.

I'm displaying my gratitude by stalking the entire house with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant. If I even thought about touching it this weekend, it'll be cleaned.

See how much we love each other? Jello, bleach and Ice Age. That's all it takes around here.

A Post Without Purpose

This is why I love my husband.

He defends house, home and cookie dough with single-mindedness and serious moxie.

Note the grip on the spatula and the gleam of those incisors, then back away.

Even when tamed, a wild animal is still a wild animal.

He lovingly got me a drink of water with the explanation, 'Some people put lemon with their water, so I thought you could go pomegranate.'

I love being married to a man that thinks of everything.

I include this only for the lip action happening here. Note the pucker perfection. He gets it from kissing me.

All the time.

:)

This is my goat. I did not name it nor try and bring it home. It was kind of a totalitarian around feeding time and with Husband around, I didn't need more bleating sounds in my house wondering when dinner was ready.