Independence Day!

I am really good at making chocolate chip cookies. I don't need a recipe and they are always perfect. I make them at least once per week, and sometimes more. Since the first step to addressing a problem is admitting that you have one, I am posting some rather disturbing stats. When I make cookies, I eat no fewer than 6 cookies in one fell swoop. Sad. I often skip meals and replace it with cookies or some other yummy thing. When I do, I usually wake up with a tummy ache and oddly enough repeat the whole thing over again like a dummy! Yummy and dummy rhyme (that is what TJay would have said if he were reading this)! Anyway, Jess and I are declaring our Independence from sweets on this very appropriate day. We binged like crazy all day in preparation, too. Hopefully tomorrow will be my last morning "you ate garbage before bed" tummy ache for a while. Jess is giving himself a year to achieve his health goals, and I am aiming for the end of the year. Putting it in writing makes it so, right?! Wish us luck!

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th! Or as T Jay was calling it, "the birth of our nation." Quoted,"Are the fireworks kind of like the candles on our nation's cake?" He also prayed that the "birth of our nation would not be rainy." (referring to the fireworks show) The kids were decked out in their red, white and blue, we attended the pancake breakfast, had a BBQ with friends and topped it off with a fantastic fire works show! We hope yours was smashing good fun!

Omelets

Yesterday when I woke up, I went straight to the computer because there was something that I was waiting for. I got carried away clicking on all of your blog sites, and spent a little more time than I had planned in the seat. As I was reading, I heard dishes clanking and assumed that the kids were downstairs "cutting up the table," so I didn't pay too much attention to it. A few minutes later, I began to smell food cooking. Just as I was closing out the page I was reading, Summer came in to take my order. "Would I like mushrooms or cheese on my omelet?" That was my cue to run downstairs!
The picture is me (my order) and the squares are my cheese for my omelet.

Sure enough, T. Jay was making omelets. He had the cooking spray out, the pan was on Medium heat and he was flipping a perfectly executed omelet. I was greeted with,"Hi Mom, I'm making omelets! What would you like on yours?" He is getting way too big, people!

My kitchen staff at work. Who's doing the dishes guys?

* when I was telling Jess about this, he asked me if I told T Jay that he needed to have an adult around when he is cooking, I guess I need to do that.

* I learned how to spell omelet (I thought it was omlet) writing this post. Kind of sad that there are still words out there that I don't know how they are spelled.

P.S. Matthew got a dart gun. It's a lot of fun!