the thing about staying with three
girls young ladies between the ages of 12 & 17 is that baking becomes an essential to my low-key sanity.
they request delicious baked goods from the likes of Magnolia Bakery’s cookbook on Thursday nights…
& they request Flapjacks from Williams Sonoma on Sunday mornings.
trust me, i’m not complaining (you see that Wolf oven, right?),
all the baking acts as a true test of my willpower-
& even more reason why the youngest tells me, besides the usual “you’re Khloe because of her attitude & Kourtney because of her looks,” that I’m their favorite babysitter.