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Baking Frenzy

My Allison has suddenly decided that she must bake something, create new food items, every day.

Yesterday it was sugar cookies.

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Today, it was Elephant ears and then she made Dirt. You know the kind, where there is chocolate pudding, crushed oreo cookies, gummi worms and some whipped topping? Here is Daniel, Ashley and Ally eating her creation.

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Also, my cell phone went missing yesterday. I felt like I'd been cut off from everything. I realize just how much that thing rules my existence. Not much fun. Ashley is the one that lost it for me. We're painting the girl's room and it's a mess in there, so of course that's where she lost it. I had it on vibrate so calling it didn't work. Finally we discovered it today. As I was browsing through it, I also made another unsettling discovery.

My seven year old knows how to do things on my own cell phone that I don't know how to do. I found this picture on there of her and Dillon. It's...well, look at what she did. I didn't even know I had this option.

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  1. sugar cookies and elephant ears sound quite yummy :) Cute girls u've got.


  2. Pammy, Can I borrow your kids so they put that screensaver on my phone? Just a few minutes will do!

  3. Pammy, I'm half way through your book and I've lost the link. Can you send it to me again please. Good so far, and that's from someone who hates books too.
    Put a couple of those cakes in with the link, I'll have them with my afternoon tea.

  4. Ha! Takes me back to when Bob and Binks used to 'cook' by opening the cupboard to gather an assortment of stuff, shove it in a bowl and stir! Usually came out okay and they are both good cooks now!
    Isn't it awful to lose your phone just after you put it on silence - a weird sort of pain!


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