Betty Crocker

I would be the first to tell you that I don't have many kitchen skills. That gene seemed to skip me.... Okay, maybe it stopped with my mom. Because I don't think ZuZu got the cooking gene either... But I can guarantee you that she did not learn any of this from me...

I promise I never sit in the fruit basket while stocking my refrigerator with pots and pans.


I promise that I never throw perfectly good cookies in the sink.


I promise that I don't make fruit salad in a bilibo.

And I promise... what, what is that?


Oh, yes. And I promise I do not bake monkeys in my oven.

I also don't bake children.

Man, I love her!

In other news, it was a big day at Pre-K today. Because Moses' class had earned 10 class stickers (meaning there have been 10 days when all 9 kids have gotten green/good stickers at the end of the morning), they had a party today as a reward.... a pajama party!


We were up late again continuing to work on the house last night. Okay, correction. K was up late working on the house. I was "keeping him company" and blogging. :)