Because Mary had complained about starving on Wednesday night, I promised her we could bake cookies in the morning. In the morning, Mary actually just wanted to eat the cookie dough, and Lydia baked the cookies mostly by herself. I helped her with the measuring and oven, but the girls did the scooping all by themselves. My phone is out of memory, so I just had to commit to memory the cute image of the girls standing on footstools scooping cookie dough together. When Abe asked the girls recently what meals they would make for someone to show what we eat in our house, the first thing Lydia said was, “cookies!” Sad but true, sad but true.
Lydia crafted all day with glitter and I fear our house will never recover. There is glitter everywhere. But she had a great time. Abe took some pictures of some of her many, many pictures.
We sat in front eating leftover salad and sourdough bread while Lydia ran the cookies around to all of the neighbors.
Also, Abe took Mary to her piano lesson and she did amazing. We have practiced for HOURS this week, and she learned the entire piece of “Go Tell Aunt Rhody,” hands together. It felt great knowing that we made some progress that finally, finally showed in her lesson.