...actually, with me, when I'm making cookies with a 13 month old and a 2 1/2 year old.
The other day, Evie and I wanted to make cookies. We wanted to use some new cookie cutters that were a belated birthday gift to Chonger (that's what Evie knows as here dad's name). We put on our aprons that Mary made us with her amazing seamstress skills and began to pull out the ingredients.
Eggs - check.
Flour - check.
Baking soda - check.
Butter - ummm...not enough butter. That's okay, we can just make half the recipe.
Sugar - ummm...shoot. Not enough sugar. Sad. We'll have to wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and I ran to our village post office to pick up our missing ingredients. I made the dough and put it in the fridge to chill and then remembered it needed to chill overnight. Oh, well. It was a good lesson for Evie in being patient. She didn't mind too much. The next day came and we pulled Evie's little table into the little kitchen which is our little routine for baking together. We put on our aprons again and got to work rolling the dough and trying out the cookie cutters. Canaan, of course, wanted to be in on the action and had a blast pounding the table, spreading flour around, and sneaking bites of the dough. He learned that from his sister.
