Notalot

We begin our post with Tink begging me for Whoppers. She seriously got down on her knees and did this little "hands folded" trick, she kills me.How could I say no? Plus, there weren't that many left, so I just let her go nuts. Look at her, she's in some sort of daze...I guess I get that way too with Whoppers-let's face it, who doesn't?We get to take Tink everywhere while Kermit is at school. We decided to go to this little country store with her where she found these spools (at least I think that's what they are)-for Tink, however, these are "strongy strongs". She promptly began weight lifting with them right there in the store. I'm a little shy about my strength, I probably wouldn't have done it right there, I would have waited until no one was looking.Tink and Heath enjoying an ice cream cone. Jil and I went to the mall and I'd like to say we had fun, I just think it could have been funner if the babies understood just how important shopping is. Oh well, thanks Jil, our trip will be different...maybe we should send the daddies to the mall with the kids while we're gone!Lately, we can't have a meal without some sort of "friends" being at the table with us. Tonight, our dinner guests happened to be Monkey, Dragon, and Giraffe. Tink isn't all the creative with naming just yet-Unless, you count her froggy, her name is Skadoosh, I thought that was pretty cute, but these poor suckers didn't get the creative names.Our FHE consisted of a lesson catered to Tink and then cookie baking. I decided to let each of the kids crack an egg into the bowl (don't I look confident?)Now it's Tink's turn.I said "INTO the bowl Tink" I've got to hand it to her for trying. The egg shells went right into the bowl, the egg was not so lucky.After I cracked a new egg into the bowl, Tink decides to inspect my work.I think she approves. Finally, the cookie dough is ready, and there are cookie blobs in the oven, and my family is excited about that.
Kermit could not figure out how a cookie becomes flat so, he watched the entire process in the oven. Tink was not so patient, but humored Kermit for a minute. I think over all, they were both impressed with how well our cookies turned out, I was. Well, I can hear Tink calling me, so I will say goodbye for now. I'm sure she needs something very important like pink milk or stitches.