Muffin Lovin

A few nights ago I decided to try to be a good wife. I baked some muffins for Jeff. A nice batch of cranberry-orange muffins. Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm.

The muffins came out pretty good and Jeff enjoyed one as soon as he got home. As would be expected, Shea watched intently hoping Jeff would drop a little crumb for him to gobble up. Who can blame him? I am a darn good baker.

Anyways, it became very apparent just how badly Shea wanted a taste of these muffins this afternoon when I got home from work. I was greeted at the door by my tail-wagging pup. As he eagerly followed me into the living room, I was hit smack in the face with the reality of Shea's muffin loving. The tupperware container....

....laying on the living room floor. It hadn't actually been broken into, but certainly tampered with. The Big Guy got it off of the counter in the kitchen and wrestled it into the living room to no avail.

This evening, with forgiveness in the air, Jeff and Shea were able to put their muffin differences aside and cuddle up on the couch; one of my favorite sights!