Cooking Show

Our computer is at our hallway desk, between the girls' rooms. Both of my little angels are refusing to nap and screaming in such a way I feel that the cops are going to pound on my door any minute! Fo was napping fine until I escorted Little Miss in for her nap. Phew! The screaming, I can't believe such sweet babies can make such noise! Little Miss had said she needed the potty and after 30 minutes, I called her a liar (ok, so not really) and escorted her into her room. I should have known better than to tear this girl after my own heart away from one of her favorite cooking shows: