Which is no surprise because I went to the doctor last week and found out that I am the absolutely fattest I have been in my entire not-pregnant life. My doctor even checked my thyroid, but it was fine. So now I have no choice but to blame the wine and cheese and cookie dough. I am doing this totally insane thing where I don't cheat on MyFitnessPal, but let's face it, I have written those exact words before. Probably a couple of times.
Well, I guess that's not a picture of food. But they're AT THE TABLE.
And even though I felt really put upon, I was glad I took their request for dough seriously because they were so damn cute rolling out the dough, putting the cookies on sheets, coloring the icing that I whipped up, and frosting and sprinkling their cookies: