Jessie brought the boys out today so that she could go do a huge shopping. Christmas presents were involved. Mr. Moon and I were quite happy to have the boys visit. Before they got here we talked about what we might do with them. I looked at my tiny tree, still on the kitchen island and said, "They could help us decorate the Christmas tree."
Then I said in an off-handed way that I could make cookies for us to roll out and cut and bake and decorate. "They'd like that," I said. Mr. Moon made it clear that he, too, would like that. Not the making or decorating part necessarily, but the eating part. He planned to make some more sausage, but a different kind. He had bought a new sausage-mixer to use and was excited to try it out.
When the boys got here, they of course immediately wanted to see their Boppy and for a little while they all cuddled up and watched some horrible Legos dinosaur thing on TV. When that was over and Mr. Moon was getting out his equipment, he mentioned the cookies again and so I got out my childhood cookbook for the sugar cookie recipe and made up a batch's worth of dough but the timing was way off because my kitchen was again becoming a sausage factory and besides the fact that there was no room for any cookie rolling and cutting, the boys had no interest in the cookies but instead, couldn't wait to help Boppy with his project. I wrapped up the dough in wax paper and put it in the refrigerator and went about my business.
They got the meat all mixed with the spices and then it was time for lunch which today consisted of gourmet sandwiches of peanut butter, honey, raisins, AND bananas. Oh yeah. Well, Mr. Moon and I had leftover soup. And then there was some more TV while the sausage mixture infused or something and then out came the stuffing machinery. I doubt that's what it's called in real life but whatever.
And yet- here we are.