It was raining (again) yesterday so Meggie and I decided it was time to make some cookies. My little helper scooped and measured and stirred...all with the hopes of just a little taste. Every time she added something to the bowl she'd ask, "Can I have some now??" At the end, I couldn't resist handing over the beater. (And I'm so glad I had my camera nearby!) 
I think she liked it?!
Oh, and here's a shot of my brother last week when he came back from fishing with my mom. He's been borrowing Tony's boat so he can fish at Lake Shasta. Nice catch!
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Holy Cow. That can't be Brudda! He's all grown up. And I have to agree that licking the beater is the best part of making cookies.
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