But right in the middle of the mixing and the making and the stirring and the baking
everyone got really hungry, like ravenous wolves. I stuffed the kids full of raspberries and cheese and crackers and said "NO MORE SNACKS at least until the cookies are done baking."
I have reached the point of ravenous pregnancy, but these guys have no excuse, other than the fact that their mother hasn't properly trained them to eat enough at breakfast to be full for over two hours.
PS I think Norah's getting an apron for Christmas because messy messy messy.