*** Rainy Weekend Edition ***
In a blur of birthday parties this weekend, I was happy that we had an hour to bake together in between. I sat back and let her do it all herself. Even crack the eggs herself. (I checked for shells). I bit my tongue as she may have over-mixed the flour, and I looked away as she scooped enormous spoonfuls of batter onto the cookie sheet. I let her set the oven temperature, and open the oven door with both hands clad in mitts. I helped her slide the sheet in, and showed her how to turn on the oven light. She pressed her face against the oven door and watched each cookie rise and spread and bleed together into one enormous cookie. She giggled and said "uh oh", hand over mouth, realizing there was nothing left to do but eat the biggest rectangle cookie ever made.
If their daddy had a blog, he would have written a parallel post to this which told the story of him and Fiona playing Super Mario Brothers a room away.
We all shared a corner of the enormous cookie and took off to another party. It was a good weekend. Hope yours was too.
1 comment:
I love this. And also, your children are way too big. Miss you and glad to see you back on Facebook, which reminds me to find you in other parts of the Internet.
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