Sunday, November 4, 2007

Happiness Is...

...a full cookie jar.

At least it is to my eight year old daughter.

She has been asking me for some time now for cookies in the cookie jar. In fact, she has even gone so far as to hint that she considers my not keeping it full a rather blatant dereliction of my motherly duties.

Apparently this is written down somewhere in the parent-raising manual they hand out to children when they are born. I guess I missed that part.

Mind you, keeping this jar full is no easy feat. There are some major cookie-killers in this house. They can wipe out the contents of a full cookie jar in no time flat (unless they are store bought, of course. Then they won't hardly touch them with a ten-foot pole). At any rate, the Chief Cook & Baker at the Lodge cannot keep up with their ravenous cookie appetites.

So, after struggling with a packed schedule for several weeks, I was quite proud to present to her a stuffed jar full of homemade cookies when she came home from school the other day. She was thrilled. I was thrilled. She told me I was the best mom in the whole world. I apologized for my regrettable lapse in parenting and she forgave me.

All was right with the world again at Chickadee Lane Lodge.

Milk and cookies, anyone?



1 comment:

Simple Blog Writer said...

That looks delicious! There really is something wonderful about homemade cookies in a cookie jar.

I like your photos, btw. I need to start doing posting some, too.