The older I get the more I look forward to conference weekend. I’m sure we’re all like that. Now, when I watch, I am looking for answers. I’m looking for answers related to being a parent, a wife, a member of the community, and a member of this church. In between sessions, Jameson helped me make some cookies. He loves to bake with me in the kitchen. Maybe it’s just because he knows he can get some dough out of it. But I like to think, he just loves being with me in the kitchen.

Please don’t mind me. I hadn’t showered yet. Jameson did crack his first egg (on purpose) into the bowl. Literally. He cracked the egg, and dropped everything into the bowl. My first reaction was not the best, I must admit. I kind of panicked, which cause Jameson to think he was in trouble. Kevin came in to see what was wrong, and Jameson looked at the ground in shame. I felt so bad. We assured him he did a good job, while I fished the shell out of the dough. After much praise, we explained which part of the egg goes in the bowl, and what part goes in the trash. After licking the beater, he didn’t care anymore. This kid is worse than me with sweets.