{{just us}} Me Like Cookies!!

There are times, as a mom, of two, small kids, that I feel tired. Cranky. Upset. Mean. I have those moments where I feel as though I might just lose it if I have to ask or demand that my kids take at least one bite of their sloppy joes & salad. That feeling that I should just bolt out the front door, running down the street screaming and pulling my hair out.

Yeah, I have those quite a bit.

Then I look back at photos I've taken. Like tonight.

We have a Sesame Street book. Cookie's Christmas Cookies. We read it every once in a while. The last time was probably a week or so ago.

As my son is stirring the batter for our walnut chocolate chip cookies, he starts saying, in a Cookie Moster type voice, "Me Like Cookies."

So when I come back to these photos in weeks, months or years, I will (hopefully) not remember the moments I wanted to dash out the front door. Rather, I hope I only remember the childhood imagination.