About once a week, I find an excuse to bake cookies. And ya, the excuse is usually "I want a cookie", but that's excuse enough for me. So I make my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe, eat half the batter and 10 cookies, and then look at my counter completely engulfed in cookies and wonder what on earth I'll do with them all. Within a few days, they're gone. And as much as I like to tell myself I'm not the one who ate them all, I am.
My brother posed a challenge to our family a couple weeks ago to go without Coke and chocolate for a week. If you know my family, it was quite a feat. I accomplished it (please hold your applause until the end), but it was a long week. Dieting is for the birds. I love chocolate. I love baked goods. I love eating and enjoying my food. I love the extra fat on my neck, because for me, that means I'm happy. I do hate the fat hanging over my pants, but I just blame that one on this kid -
And along with that, comes my happy baby (wait a second, didn't I just post about how whiney he is?) Ya, sometimes I complain about him complaining, but he's happy. He smiles at everyone, and he sleeps like a.....baby...? This week I took a picture of Hen and when I went back to look at it, I almost fainted. He looked huge. He IS huge. He has been going through a growth spurt. It was like it happened over night - his pants are making his thighs look like they're in a vise, his shirts are all so tight around the waist that they won't stay down and his toes are poking out of the shoes I made him. In accordance with this, he's inhaling his food. I feed this kid all day long. Literally. Tonight, I fed him dinner and watched in awe as he just kept eating...and eating and eating. An hour later, he wanted more. And more. And so it went on until he passed out for the night.
My baby aint much of a baby anymore, and although I quite like the excuse to go shopping, it makes me nervous. I need a pause button. But I guess I'll have to settle with taking 500 pictures a day.