Callie had been doing so well. Good numbers and smaller doses of insulin. Yesterday I was baking Christmas cookies, leaving them on a covered rack to cool. Callie strolled into the kitchen, jumped up onto the counter and pulled down an entire rack I'd chocolate chip cookies. While they were laying on the floor, she grabbed 2 cookies and ran under the guest room bed. So much for good numbers. Her PMPS was 203, after the cookies, her bedtime numbers +3 was 280. It should have been below 200 at that time. While I was trying to clean up the cookies, all our civies were under foot, trying to get cookies. Now I have an unhappy husband. Those were his favourites.