Cookie Competition

Recently, I went to my very first cookie exchange and was quite deeeeelighted. I left in something of a sugar coma with white powder trailing down my front. Good Times!

My babysitters dried up so my choices were A) bring my angels B) sit at home and stare at each other all morning.

While there, Shelby found a set of nativity rubber duckies. Yes, you read that correctly. Somewhere out there is a rubber ducky with a blue hoodie and a baby Jesus ducky strapped to her side. Hilarious!

I digress.

Meanwhile, while Shelby recreates the Nativity in bright yellow, Wyatt and Dexter (hostess with the mostess Whitney's baby) began that sweet baby ritual of discovering one another followed by the next sweet baby ritual of "Poke the other's eyes."




Our potential conversation:
Ha Ha! Look how cute!
Precious!
Oh, they are making friends!



Adorable!
They are wrestling
Boys will be boys



TAKE HIM OUT SON!



He he...I mean...uh...be gentle...

*Sigh*

In case, if any were wondering about the fate of the faithful feathered friends of Shelby, fear not! Our story ends with a beacon of light on my wickedly awesome mothering skills.

"Shelby, go put the ducks back where you got them."

Shelby instantly and silently obeys.

However, (I believe I mentioned my sugar coma) I failed to check on the state of Jesus and his gander gang and warned the hostess on my way out that they could potentially be found floating in the toilet .

Here is how she found them:




Hmmm. All her ducks in a row (can't help myself).

Must the the cookie I promised her.

Oh.

I mean.

My wickedly awesome mothering skills.

Dang.

I can only blame the sugar coma.