Cookies.

Warning:  If you are dieting, do not read this blog.  The pictures will make you want to eat cookies.

Just sayin'...

On Wednesday I baked 4 BATCHES of cookies.

That is 16 DOZEN cookies.

That is 192 cookies.

Today they are gone. 

I put the last cookie in a lunch bag this morning.  I can't believe the gluttony of these guys.  (I didn't even have one cookie out of all of those.  I didn't even lick the cookie dough off my fingers or the beaters.  I'm dedicated to the "No Sugar" pact.)

I used to really dislike baking cookies.

It started when a working Mom told me that she wished she could be just a stay-at-home Mom and bake cookies for her kids all day long.  The tone she used seemed a bit condescending.  I guess I kind of took offense.  It was like baking cookies was the purpose of my life as a stay-at-home Mom.

  There is much more to being a stay-at-home Mom than 'baking cookies all day long'.

  That is not the sum of our parts - nor is it what should define us.

Thus, I boycotted baking cookies for a long time - unless I just had to.  The other reason was that I would bake a batch of cookies and 2 hours later they would be gone.  It just seemed like a waste of time. 

So recently my dear friend and neighbor gave me this wonderful huge glass jar.  I decided to fill it to the brim with cookies.  I thought 16 dozen cookies should last us at least two weeks.  (NOT!)   I guess the boys will be without cookies for another week and-a-half.

Yeah, it's a HUGE jar!

P.S.:  Please ignore the Oregon Duck cup in the background.

That's Uncle Paul's "Comin' to Visit" cup.

I don't know which traitor here used it that day.