saturday

Today is Saturday, and for my low-key, do-whatever-I-want time (it's scheduled in, but I haven't figured out what to call it yet), I loaded up the baby and went to the friends of the library bookstore to search the shelves.  It was great.  And I found some good things.  Then Jomo and I decided to do a little organizing/packing.  (We seem to be doing a lot of that these days!)  Well afterwards, I was tired, and since we have plans later, I was ready to bail on my promise to make cookies for Z's dance class tomorrow.  And as I was explaining this to her, her little face looking so disappointed just killed me.  So I strapped the baby onto my back (with my new kelty backback!) and got to work.  Well as I was hand-mixing my double batch of oatmeal cookies and wishing for a fancy stand-mixer, not that we have any room, I had a flashback to fourth grade. Remember how on the day of your birthday you could bring in a treat to share with the class? Well, that's what we always did anyways. I remember the night before my birthday my mom helping make these complicated layer brownies that I had my heart set on.  And I'm sure she was really tired after a long day at work, and it would have been so much easier to just make a mix and be done with it, but that was very special to me.  (So thanks, Mom!)  And with S tickling the back of my neck (until she started pulling on the little hairs at my nape, ouch!) I was feeling very content making these cookies.  I know that this is the kind of stuff I want to do with and for my kids, and this is the stuff I'll remember fondly someday. (Maybe they will too!)  And cleaning out my huge pot (remember it was a double batch?) didn't even seem that bad.