Cookie, Cookie, Cookie Starts with 'C'

Staying home for the holidays is proving lovely after all. We're discovering time we've never had for fun, activities made considerably more fun with kids. Yesterday I baked cookies with Harry. Sure, I did most of the baking, but he was an invaluable helper -- eating raw dough, wielding cookie cutters with abandon, tracking spilled baking soda through the house. Honestly, it was great. My godmother Cynthia came by to show me the way, rolling out some of the sugar cookies and feeding Charlotte a bottle or two. Paul turned on some Christmas carols and by golly...I felt like one of Santa's elves. Harry learned a new word today. You'll never guess which one. He spent part of the morning stationed in front of the oven, pointing at the baking sheets, chanting "ookie, ookie, ookie."