A Paragon of Domesticity

When I was in college, one of my girlfriends accused me of being a "paragon of domesticity." I was tatting on the bus. And I got the other girls to tat with me. It was fun. Except that I kept making mistakes in my design and I never got very good at getting them out. That was pretty frustrating. But I got a cool phrase out of the deal.

Today's activities made me think of that. Here's what we did today:

1. Reading. OK, I'm not sure this is actually domestic, but I think it might qualify. I tried so hard to get the picture of him on his belly reading the book, but once he saw the camera, it was all over. This is what I got instead:




2. Made cookies. Snickerdoodles, to be exact. With MissKate's recipe. It's the best Snickerdoodle recipe. How do I know this, you may wonder. Well, let me tell you. MissKate actually makes 1/2 batches of various recipes - several different versions of the same type of cookie - so that she can determine which one is the best one. I'm impressed. So when she says that these are the best Snickerdoodles around, I believe her.

Here's her recipe:
1 tsp sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 c butter
1 1/2 cu sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 3/4 c flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt

Mix up the stuff like ya do - the sugar & butter & eggs & vanilla get to go first. The I like to add the soda & salt, & last you add the flour. Then you mix together the cinnamon sugar & roll little dough balls in it. (The ones you don't eat.) Then you bake those suckers for 6 minutes at 400F. Most good. I love cookies made on my pizza stone, but I don't think that she's got one, so that's my own little addition. Here's what you get at the end:




3. I spent time today Mom-ing. That's what it's called when you have to find something else for the baby to do because what he's doing isn't exactly bad... but it isn't exactly safe either. However, I did stop to take a few pictures first. Yes, those are my glass mason jars he's got.






4. I thawed my tights. Yep, I really did freeze them, and now I had to thaw them out. It's a rather odd habit of mine, but I find that it dramatically extends the life of my tights. It did the same thing to my nylons, before I quit wearing the silly things. I was on a roll, so I took a picture of that too.