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Monday, December 10, 2012

Christmas Cookies



It’s just bizarre.  It’s very strange how I enjoy cooking with my two year old granddaughter, when I hated cooking with my own children.  I remember I hated bending over the child to work on the counter.  I was annoyed that they took so long, didn’t stir good enough, and that they made such a mess.  Flour was all over the floor, counter, and cupboards.

Now, however, I think my granddaughter is so damn cute!  I still have to bend over her to stir, scrape, shape, pour, etc..  But I have so much more patience, now.  Her antics make me laugh.  And there’s still flour all over the floor, counter, and cupboards. 

I don’t know why or how this has happened.  But I know enough to enjoy it.  Thanks be to God.

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