Making Memories

I was just reading in the Ensign about how we should create bucketloads of memories so that our kids can remember happy childhoods. THat isn't exactly how they phrased it. But it made me remember our little experience we had on Sunday.

After conference we decided to make cookies as a family. Terry told the girls they could do everything. So they all gathered around the counter and got the butter in the mixing bowl. Terry turned the mixer on and a cube of butter went flying out onto the floor. The girls screamed. He bent over picked it up and put it back in. (I know it is unsanitary--but oh well).

Then Ainsley reached over and turned on the mixer to high and another chunk of butter went flying out. The girls screamed and then that chunk of butter was retrieved and put back in.

Then Ellie went to dump a cup of brown sugar in the bowl and somehow completely missed the bowl and dumped the sugar all over the counter and the floor. The girls screamed. I started cleaning up the sugar while the girls frantically licked up as much as they could. They managed to get in a few more ingredients without any mishaps.

I noticed Abby was standing in some sugar so I moved her and her stool so I could clean it and in the process knocked the open bag of chocolate chips off the counter. They fell in such as way as to empty the whole bag before it hit the floor. Chocolate chips were everywhere. The girls screamed. Then they jumped down and started stuffing their mouths with chocolate chips until we told them to stop or we wouldn't have any for the cookies. So yes, we picked up the chocolate chips off the floor and still used them. I know it is gross but they were the only chocolate chips we had.

After that Ainsley was standing on her stool and somehow lost her balance and fell off. She screamed.

That was the last of our mishaps. We baked the cookies and took them to our bishops family. I know we shouldn't have because of the exposure to the floor--but maybe the oven heat killed any germs. And for all we know they could have just dumped the cookies because we ended up leaving them on their doorstep without a card. So maybe they didn't trust anonymous cookie giving.

So that was our cookie making memory. It was fun because we all (meaning Terry and I) managed to keep our sense of humor through the whole thing.

Ones Semester of Spanish Love song

Now I have figured out how to get you tube videos on here I am sure I will post way too many. But here is a family favorite. ">

Crying

Here is a song to brighten anyone's day.

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When Terry was little his brother Tom would torment him by singing this song when Terry was upset.

Terry really likes the guitar playing in this video.