I should have showered and put on some under eye concealer. I adore the snuggly newborn stage but no amount of experience gets you out of the newborn tired.
We should have had some focused instruction time. We have definitely been schooling "light" these days. I should have done some phonics or language arts.
We should have wrapped presents to be gifted tonight. I really dislike the wrapping on the way out the door thing, but alas we are here again.
We should have cleaned or washed any or everything in the house. Keeping up with housework isn't my strong suit when I'm well rested. So currently, well, I'm sure thankful for my husband keeping things somewhat put together.
But the truth is I needed to makes some cookies. I needed to make my mom's cookies.
Nothing makes me miss my mom like nursing a new baby. Babies were her thing. I don't have many memories of her, but her love of tiny babies is firmly in my heart. And right next to that, is memories of baking these cookies.
I had also promised Colin the weekend before Julia came that I would make him some allergy safe cookies we could take to all the Christmas parties this year (we usually rely on Oreos, but the poor kid deserves something special this time of year, too). Then this weekend there was not one dessert he could have at the family party. Giant mommy fail. Colin is now firmly the middle child. I plan on way over compensating so he knows he is never forgotten. You know, except for last weekend. So momma needed to make good on her promise.
And everyone else enjoyed helping make the cookies, and the eating part as well.
As an aside Eli now tells people he only likes cookies and cake without eggs. Ha! I don't believe he can actually tell the difference, but it is nice he stands with his brother.