Day 22
Today we baked brownies and chocolate Christmas cookies, all from scratch. She ate a lot of "rotten" (raw) egg. Every time she dipped her fingers in batter she would say, "Mama, is there rotten egg in here?" I would say, "Raw, and yes, there is so please stop eating it." She didn't, but no worries, she is fine. Last week I told her the story of when I was baking when I was a little girl and the dough was so stiff that I broke a wooden spoon. Now, every time we bake she says, "Mama, tell me the story of when you were little." I do and she says, "Mama, I will try not to break a spoon."
Today I put her hair up in a clip just to get it out of her face (and out of the brownie batter). I couldn't believe how grown up it made her look. I feel like it was just yesterday that I was barely able to put a tiny bit of hair into a ponytail on top of her sweet little head. Oh time, if I had one Christmas wish it would be to stop you right now so my kids would stay little.
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