If I Bake Cookies For You, It Means I'm Thankful For You :)

So, I was so impressed with the care that I received from Mercy Medical Center during my surgery last week that I wanted to take cookies and a card to the surgical nursing staff. Much (!) easier said than done with two little energy-filled kids that have the sweet tooth of Texas. *Note to self: Stop trying to do things that require your complete attention while the boys are awake! Haven't you learned yet?* Ok, so back to my blog. At first, the boys were more than excited to help make the cookies. 

                              

                                        

And then they found out that "making cookies" doesn't actually mean "eating as much of the cookie dough as possible before Mommy can even get them in the oven." So, they decided that they wanted to cook by themselves. Their idea of cooking is removing all of my pots and pans from the cabinets and putting them on the couch. Duh! Why didn't I think of that?

I decided that getting the cookies finished was more important than keeping the pots and pans clean and where they belong, so I let them continue on their culinary journey and finished my cookies as quickly as possible because I knew Daddy was on his way home and I can't just move the cookie dough out of his reach like I can the little hands. :)

 

As if to remind me how excellent the care I received was, my anesthesiologist (yes, the actual doctor!) called to thank me for the cookies and card. I really can't say enough about them!