Another day lived in 10-minute increments. I thought making Christmas cookies for Sunday’s party would be a productive indoor activity. It sort of was. There were some brief moments of pressing shapes into dough and icing the cookies, “fine motor skill exercises” was the thought that flit through my brain. And then sprinkling sprinkles everywhere. In the 10 minutes between decorating cookies and taking another batch from the oven, she wandered into the next room and returned to tell me about the poop in her diaper which was actually underwear, and while we were in the bathroom cleaning up, the cat found a few of the cookies on the kitchen counter, and I returned to see her lapping the frosting off them. And there you have it friends, my most mundane week of posts yet! Happy weekend!
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