What Have You Been Keeping From Me

This summer, we finally broke down and started using the DVD player in the car. Scrumpy thinks it's about the greatest thing ever.

Just recently we finally turned Possum around And I think he just about went into shock! As if to say, this is what goes on behind my back?! It's hard being the baby.



Enraptured by the mini tv

Rite of Passage

Anyone who has been to Gramma's house in the past year or so knows about the sacred ritual of making cookies. While others have tried to replicate, thank you Auntie Em, nothing beats making cookies from pre-cut dough in a toaster oven at Norwalk. Why? Because when you are ready to go home, Gramma bags up ALL the cookies that weren't eaten, puts them in a ziploc bag and you are good to go for the drive home.

There is no question whether he should have ten cookies allocated to him or not, he gets them all. We have since prevented excessive cookie gorging by limiting the baking process to no more than six.

Well times are a changing! Now Gramma has to prepare two bags of cookies because Ethan is all about equal rights. Our only saving grace is he hasn't figured out how to count so we can get away with a smaller bag .....for now.


Don't think you're getting any Monks!



Gramma's cookies rock!