This was written January of 2014 Last night I baked cookies with my doodle. My youngest girl, my sweet Sam. I didn't do it because I wanted to. I didn't do it because I had a hankering for something sweet. I did it because I didn't want her to ask me anymore. You see my oldest decided she wanted to make cookies for another Awana club on Sunday. We got the chocolate chips. Had her pull the ingredients down. Showed her where the recipe was on the bag. Told her to have fun, she was on her own. This "was her thing". The two oldest made cookies. Sweet Sam was left out. Since, my sweet doodle has been begging (at times whining) to make cookies, cause this Momma promised we would. She was right. I promised. I didn't give an exact day or time. I don't know how I will feel from one moment to the next with these crazy pregnancy hormones. And h...
How we do life homeschooling six on a small farm in coastal Carolina.