It has been really cold here lately and we are supposed to get our first snow of the season this weekend (it won’t really be a storm, but I am hoping for enough to make some snowballs).

Elizabeth and I spent the day in preparation by going to the gym, grocery shopping, and baking chocolate chip cookies.

She really loves the child size shopping carts at our favorite store.  She was all cute and joyful until I took out the camera.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think she was staring me down for wasting time when we could be putting things in her cart. She really has shopping down and has no problem telling me to put the heavy things in my cart. There is no slowing her down.

When we were driving out of the grocery store parking lot we had this conversation:

Me:  We are going to go home and make cookies. Does that sound good?

Elizabeth: I want to go home and eat cookies.

Me: We have to make them first.

Elizabeth: No, I want to go home and eat cookies RIGHT NOW.

Sometimes she is very much my daughter.

She became much more accepting and cheerful when it came time to actually make them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She helps me every time I’m in the kitchen. Her definition of help is very broad. It apparently involves dropping the beaters on the floor a few times and the need to smell every ingredient.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She even helped herself to some sugar and butter. I think she would have started licking it if I let her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that we have cookies we are ready for anything.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

~Krista