Dorothy has been alive as long as I was pregnant with her. And so you would think I would have lost all the weight I gained by now. And I have, I guess, now that I think about it. Unfortunately, I am still carrying the weight I gained with Cooper, who is 27 months-old. Damnit.
Speaking of NOT losing weight. Here's what I have to bake this week: 4 dozen peanut butter blossoms for a PTO-sponsored teacher cookie exchange on Tuesday; 17 teddy bear sugar cookies for Jack;s class on Wednesday because he is Star of the Week, and it's teddy bear week in kindergarten, so his special Star snack needs to be teddy bear cookies, natch; 2 dozen cookies for a neighborhood cookie exchange on Wednesday night (I think I am going to make regular chocolate chip cookies, only I am using mini peanut butter cups from Trader Joe's in lieu of chocolate chips-- this was Jon's suggestion); 17 snowmen cupcakes for Jack's class party on Thursday; 20 fruit snowmen for Harry's class party on Friday. So, yeah. Lots of eating. I mean baking.
Dorothy is SO BIG. She is compelled to do this whenever we inquire about her bigness.