After our debacle at the Springs Preserve, Thursday afternoon was much quieter.
Scotty and I just stayed home. In honor of his first ever phrase "blue ball," I decided we needed to make blueberry muffins to celebrate the occasion. And as Scotty was very quick to point out to me (over and over and over again), blueberries look like teeny-tiny blue balls.
I handled some of the heavier lifting while Scotty lined the muffin tin.
Scotty and I just stayed home. In honor of his first ever phrase "blue ball," I decided we needed to make blueberry muffins to celebrate the occasion. And as Scotty was very quick to point out to me (over and over and over again), blueberries look like teeny-tiny blue balls.
I handled some of the heavier lifting while Scotty lined the muffin tin.
Bears love blueberries...
Oops, looks like he's acting as a spontaneous taste-tester. No worries, I'm sure he'll line those muffins cups in just a second.
Nom nom nom
Hmm, he's still taste-testing...
This particular berry looks questionable...best if I eat it.
C'mon, Scott. Those cups aren't going to line themselves.
Just put them in my mouth!
Okay, we're done here. Maybe you could help me taste the muffins when they are done baking?
So close, yet so far away...
While Scotty's skills in the kitchen may be suspect, at least his palate is not.
Yum!
Yum!
Blue ball deliciousness
Have a great weekend, everyone!
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