First up, chocolate chip pumpkin bread:
One of two people I to whom I will relinquish my spatula rights.
Mom is the other one.
Followed by volcanoes extraordinaire:
Whose is whose?
E claims that hers is "rainbowier" than mine.
Nine times out of ten, when I suggest something fun, E decides that she definitely wants to do something else. Today was a glorious exception, which makes those other nine days of pretending that she's hatching out of an egg 86 times in a row much more bearable.
p.s. Here's some advice for her dad, who wasn't able to dine with us, on how best to enjoy his freshly baked treats: