When I make cookies with the girls, there are rules. They take turns putting in the ingredients that I have measured and they only get one spoonful of dough. And mommy does all the work when it comes to hot things.
Otherwise it just all breaks down into chaos and it's no fun for anyone because mom freaks out.
With daddy it's a different story. I left the girls home with him on Saturday for a few hours. I trust the guy with the kids, absolutely. I just know that things are run a little differently when I'm not there.
When I got home, they had obviously been busy. And there were about a dozen cookies in the cookie jar.
The recipe makes about three dozen. And the texture was a little different than when mom makes them.
I'll let you come to whatever conclusion you would like. But I think they had fun.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.