Auntie Katie and Auntie Tiff came to play. While they were here, Bodhi’s mama needed me to look after him while she saw the doctor, so the ladies had some alone time with mister.

Who’s babysitter brings intricately decorated Christmas cookies, and then bakes a French onion tart with gruyere and bacon for dinner?

 

 

Mine does. Don’t hate.

 

 

These were made for Mariah Carey, by the way. LA life is nutty.

 

 

Happy, hungry mama!

 

 

This was the face Tiff got when Ian learned the tart was not for his consumption (now that I think about it, we totally could have given him a little…my bad).

 

 

 

He’s politely trying to get Katie’s phone.

 

Can you guys come over every day? The only problem is that I’ll be five hundred pounds. I ate, like, a LOT of Christmas cookies. I put the rest in the freezer for the actual holiday. We’ll see how successful that is.