More Evidence That Pinterest Is Making Me Fat.

It usually ends the same way too.  A few days later, I find myself in the kitchen making a devilishly delicious treat.  Of which I will consume entirely too much.  Darn consuming too much.

These were delicious, for real.  You put down a layer of graham crackers.  Then, you mix up this cookie dough concoction.  Then, you spread it over the graham crackers and partially bake it.  Take the tray out of the oven, and press a hershey square into it.  

Darn delicious.

In other news, George turned 10.  I'm totally going to give him his own birthday post.  I PROMISE!

And Henry went to a UNC Basketball clinic where he got to spend an afternoon working with the UNC coaches and players:

Which apparently is a really big deal when you are 12, LOVE basketball, UNC, and all things related to either one.  Well, I mean as big of a deal as anything can be when you are 12, and mostly too cool for anything to be a big deal.

But in the mean time, Ruby decided she wanted the same haircut as Jane.  Believe me, I tried to talk her out of it.  But Darin insisted she be allowed to have full ownership over her own hairstyle.  I guess it's good kids have both a mom AND a dad.

We're back to people not being able to tell them apart.  Which apparently is exactly what they were going for...