This picture pretty much sums up the last few weeks for us. We just do our thing and I make lots of cookies (from frozen dough, I'm not Betty Crocker!). This picture cracks me up especially when you notice Skeeter hovering in the corner, waiting for Wyatt to drop him some crumbs.
Lee is still loving his new job, and is getting ready to run a 20-mile race with his sister next weekend. I am so proud of him for being such a go-getter, and truthfully a little jealous that he's getting in great shape, and I am...adding to my already doughy physique. I guess I could cut back on the cookies. ;)
I am doing fine aside from having cookie cravings and being jealous, though. I'm pretty tired after chasing Wyatt around all day, and all my coworkers can attest to the fact that I'm not worth anything after about 3 a.m. But I enjoy my job and I love my little family, and that's the important part!
Wyatt has been loving this cookie phase. Lately he'll come up to me with a concerned look on his face while patting his head. This means, "Mom, I need my hat, I'm going outside now." He LOVES to play outside, and cries when I make him come in. He and Skeeter have some funny games they play together, and I am perfectly content to sit on the deck and watch. I only have to intervene when Wyatt tries to play in the bird bath, because that's gross!
Skeeter is loving the cookie phase too, because Wyatt is a VERY good sharer. Wyatt is just too young to differentiate between sharing with friends and sharing with dogs. So, for now, we share with everybody. Skeeter has no qualms about that, I'm sure.
Little baby girl is very, very active and we are so excited for her to come...in about 16 and a half weeks. I caved in and bought a maternity swimsuit the other day, so hopefully that will help Mommy pass the last trimester with not such an ill temper. I get pretty scary when I'm too hot.
So here's some pictures of the last few weeks of cookie-ing.
This has a story- Lee has learned that when I'm in a crabby mood, he can break me out of it by making me laugh. So I had turned my back for a second, and when I looked at Lee, his mouth was stuffed with cookie while he tried to get a bite out of every single one before I noticed. I laughed so hard I cried, and wasn't so crabby anymore...you know, for a while. Thanks, honey!
I can't explain the look on his face, but it makes me laugh.
Wyatt got a hold of a few cookies when I wasn't looking. This is a look of sheer delight, and I love it. He also benevolently dropped two cookies on the floor for Skeeter, which I took away because that's just too much for dogs. I traded him for a Beggin' Strip (dogs don't know it's not bacon!), so we are still friends.
Wyatt has been going through this kick of trying to eat finger foods without using his hands. Instead he does a face-plant with his mouth open. It's hilarious.
The funny thing is, he's pretty good at it!
Wyatt and Skeeter watching Daddy mow the lawn.