Hoot Owl Sugar Cookies

You've just gotta make these. The Cub Scouts at church last night each got to have two a piece - those little luckies! (I would've sent less with Dallas if I had known there were so many extras!)

World's Best Sugar Cookies

("World's Best because the dough is not dense. It has perfect flavor and just the right texture. If you want to roll it, it needs to be chilled for an hour first. If you're making regular drop cookies, just know that these really spread! And cook for 8 minutes to get the best texture.)

2 and 3/4 c. flour

1 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. baking powder

1 c. butter, softened (yes, that's two cubes)

1 and 1/2 c. granulated sugar

1 egg

2 tsp. vanilla

Cream butter and sugar with other wet ingredients. Add the dry ones. Drop on a cookie sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. Let cool. Frost. Enjoy!

(Don't eat three in one evening. You'll have crazy dreams about going to the lake full of pinto beans with your dad and your boat capsizing in shallow water, and then jumping back in to set sail to the Ukraine. Kind of disturbing.)

S.O.S. Part 2

Really, guys, get me out of here! (See previous post.)

Some Call Me Poppleton, Some Call Me Sushi

I'm almost eight weeks now, and you gotta get me outta this place! I make a fuss, and nobody listens to me . . . . They call me funny names like Poppleton and Sushi and Babycakes and Lil'Bit (that one's from my big sister, Raleigh.) I think these people are crazy - just look at them:

This is Raleigh, my biggest sister. She spends just as much time doing handstands and cartwheels around the house as she does walking on her feet! And look at what she did to the wall while my mom and I were sleeping! It was the backdrop for a seventeen-act play she directed. Everyone in my family got to be in the play except for me, and they performed it while I was sleeping!!

Here is specimen #2, my older sister, Madeline. She is wearing a purse on her head that she "insided-out" and some other crazy clothes. My Grammy helped her make the purse out of her old favorite blankie "Purps" that she's had since she was two months old, and it was ready to be burned! Hey, two months old? I'm almost two months old!

Now look at this girl. This is my older sister, Kensington. They tell me that's her name, but nobody calls her that. Oh no! It'll probably happen to me, too! This girl is dangerous to be around - they can't leave me alone with her because she smooches and loves me way too much. She goes around the house pretending to be a princess and says things like, "Pleased to meet you," and she calls me "Baby Derdaid" (Baby Mermaid). I hope that name doesn't stick!

I'm serious, guys, you've gotta get me out of this place! Just thinking about it wears me right out . . .