the night i got left alone with ALL THE COOKIES

So, long story short, but during this very busy stretch for me, Chad has been a real trouper. I could give you a list of all the wonderful things he's done to keep me sane these last few months, but so I can get to the point of my story, I'll just say: there have been a lot.

So many, in fact, that I asked Chad if there was anything he wanted that I could do for him in return.

"Yes," he said solemnly, like he'd been thinking about it for a while.

"Ok... what?"

"Snickerdoodles."

My husband's love for snickerdoodles has been documented epically on this blog -- I have two separate recipes in the archives, and if you want to take a trip down memory lane, you can see this version from 2007. (Ha, the terrible PHOTO. Aww, Chad was my BOYFRIEND at the time -- we weren't even engaged when I started this blog!)

So, I happily made a very large batch of snickerdoodles for him.

But then, silly guy, do you know what he did?

He left me alone with them!

He went out for a few hours and left me in the house with a sleeping baby all by myself, and ALL THE COOKIES.

See that? That is one happy mama.

Fortunately, I limited myself to just a few of them. And then, with nothing else to do and an entire evening by myself, I brewed some tea and curled up on the couch to watch Parks and Rec.

And basically, it was the best night ever.