It is quite an accomplishment to cry the entire way to the doctor's office, and because of the rain and LA people's inability to drive in it (we never have rain, everyone is in shock), that car ride lasted over an hour. Oh and I was super late to my appointment.
Crying for over an hour is really good exercise for her I'm thinking. My mother in law told me when I had Luke that babies need to 'exercise' every day. But today's car ride was also good exercise in me keeping my cool in tense situations. Hooray for me.
No, she didn't stop during the doctor's office either, or when the nurse was helping hold her or when I was picking up Darby from preschool, but now ...after lots of exercise, she is finally asleep.
While you're baby is crying on the freeway for an hour and its raining and you are driving the speed of a snail, your mind has to wander a bit to maintain sanity. Start re-thinking your decision to keep your pediatrician even though you really like him, because what happens if your kids have ear aches at 5 p.m in the rain and SIG alerts...then it might take you 2 hours to get there....all with a crying baby. Because I didn't even attempt to sing to her or anything, just turned up the music and turned her out. Our music of choice was Signing Time for Baylie and a mixed CD full of Evans hits (You can call me AL by Paul Simon anyone?).
So what I've been thinking is, that cookies may solve everything. Because I sure feel much better after coming home and eating two cookies as fast as I could shove them in my mouth. Who cares if I'm no where near my pre-pregnancy weight, just give me those cookies!
And I want you to feel better too. So I'm sharing the recipe.
Warning, this is the best chocolate cookie recipe you will ever make. It is a crowd pleaser. If you have issues, call me. Garlan, here's your chance at redemption (and don't add milk this time, it does not call for milk!) . This recipe comes from our BYU days. Jason's best friend Aaron Simpson has an amazing wife Amy Hess Simpson, whose aunt and mother invented it. Like I ate at her house and had one of these cookies for her dessert and I immediately was plotting how I could have another one. Make them big...like a 1/4 cup at least and refrigerate some of the dough so I can always have some on hand to make to bring someone (like my doctor today) or to eat by the spoonful if the day isn't going so hot. Seriously, these cookies will solve any problem...especially anyone recovering from an hour drive with a crying baby. Just make sure you wear some stretchy pants.
Hess Cookies, adapted by Brooke
1 lb. room temperature butter (yep, you read that right...and Garlan 1 lb means 4 sticks of butter)
1 1/2 cup sugar
2 cup dark brown sugar (go to the store and get some...although sometimes I'll do half dark, half light if I'm running low)
3 eggs (one day I'm getting these from my own chickens mark my words!)
2 tsp. vanilla (did you know you could use the vanilla lid as 1 tsp? Misty taught me that)
7 cups regular white flour
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp baking soda
4 cups milk chocolate chips (you can add more if needs it...sometimes I do half milk chocolate, half semi-sweet, but if you have milk chocolate, stick with all milk chocolate)
Beat with mixer first 5 ingredients until light and fluffy, for 5 minutes at least. Continue to beat in flour, salt and soda. Mixture will be stiff. Like break your arm stiff. Stir in chocolate chips. Cover metal cookie sheets with wax paper. Using very large scoop or spoon, place cokies on paper and gently flatten. (or grab a huge hunk of dough with your hands, smoosh in ball and flat a little is what I do) Bake in preheated oven at 350 for 12 -13 minutes or until slightly brown. Do not reuse wax paper. Hurry and start thinking of people to bring them to so that you do not eat all of the dough and cookies by yourself.
The trick here is the flour...I kinda wing it...sometimes its 7 cups, sometimes 8...basically the dough should not be sticky at all, and so thick your beater has trouble mixing it. Mix it on low though you can do it. Impress all your friends and family today. Make the dang things and say a silent prayer thanking the world for Amy Hess Simpson and her genius family of cookie makers.
By the way, don't feel too bad for me about the crying car ride, cause last nite little Paisley slept from 9:30 p.m. to 6:30 a.m....not bad for six weeks old, huh?