The MiL, kind Grandma that she is, offered to make whatever I would be sending in for his birthday treat. She suggested that since it was also going to be the Valentine's celebration, maybe she could make sugar cookies in the shape of hearts. And then she brightly suggested that I could then write out each child's name on a cookie with frosting and that could double as a Valentine's card!
HAAAAAA.
It's like she doesn't know me at all.
Not that it isn't a good idea. It is. It's a great idea. But I am not about to be writing 28 names in frosting and trying to fit the long names on a two-inch cookie. I'm all about knowing my limitations.
So I frosted the cookies and dumped some red sugar on them instead.
Festive, no?
Hey, at least the cookies are homemade. And thank God for the MiL, because honestly, I wouldn't have even made the cookies myself.
What's that? My high standards are intimidating you? I know. It's okay.
And on a related-but-not-really note, I just got an e-mail from the school that they thought it would be fun to do one of their "Pretend Restaurant Days" at lunch as part of the Valentine's celebration, so the kids can all practice their best table manners and so on. So the children are supposed to dress up. I realized that I send Cubby to school almost every day in corduroys, a collared shirt, and a sweater, so I . . . can't actually dress him up anymore than he normally is.
I don't know if this means that he's usually too dressed up, or that I need to have dressier clothing for him than I do.
Whatever. Who cares what he's wearing? He'll have cookies to pass out! With colored sugar! Hooray for me! And Grandma. Mostly Grandma.
2 comments:
Sounds dressed up enough for me. Or you can follow my motto: "Someone has to be under-dressed. It might as well be someone who enjoys it--ME." Mary in MN
Yep. I should have had the Mil around when y'all were little. Then may be you'd be more of a baker - or not.
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