Wound up

She has been going and going...she loves all the commotion. I just got her to bed. Before that she was a crazed woman, into everything, panting and flapping her arms. She crawled over to the fireplace and opened the glass door, by the handle no less, as if she did it every day.
I also just finished another botched attempt at making toffee. To read the recipe or see my mom make it, it seems no big deal to do. But I'm always afraid of burning it and I take it off too soon. I figure my success rate is only about 25 percent. Which is still better than my Divinity success rate, which is a big fat zero.
I can't make desserts, but I sure can appreciate them.