barrack and buzz

This is the story of a girl named Gwen. Gwen is so cool. She has a unique sense of style. Gwen isn't shy, in fact today when we were in the store she starts yelling at the top of her lungs for no reason "BARRAK OBAMA!!!". Like this Barrak Obama was her lost dog she was urgently looking for. She kept it up for a while despite my shh's. Then she and Drake got in a war calling each other Barrack Obama's. I asked her if she even knew who Barac Obama is (yes I don't know how to spell his name). She replied "yes, he's the prophet of the United States". Close, but no cigar. Everyone thought it was funny.  The other day when I announced a special trip to Costco for shopping and PIZZA, Gwen said "oh let me go get dressed", and then quickly put on this outfit.  I commented on her cute outfit, and she told me that she picked the shirt and sweater, but let Drake pick the pants.  (She coached him on which pants to pick for her)

This is the story of a boy named Drake.  Drake is a ball of fire!  Drake loves Buzz Lightyear.  Drake is so excited to wear his Buzz Lightyear underwear.  (And is it so wrong if I call them his big boy panties?)  Drake loves wearing them so much that he often takes off his diaper, puts on his underwear and walks around in just the underwear.  Problem is, Drake's not yet potty trained.  I also often find Drake's wet Buzz Lightyear underwear laying around.  

I love that I get to play with these two funny kids each day.  One of the things we like to do is bake together. 
These are some of the best cookies I've ever made.  Too bad I didn't write down the recipe as I was making them.  I often do that.  I'll experiment, it'll turn out pretty darn good, and then I realized I don't know what all I put in it.  Bummer.

we loves cookies