"Mom, we put all of our crayons into your coffee" I heard from around the corner of my computer while checking morning updates. I peeked around the corner. Asher was happily sitting on the table placing the last of Josie's broken pieces of de-papered oil pastels into my half full coffee mug. Josie danced around the room, clearly proud of their joint accomplishment. I thanked them and tried to explain that crayon flavored coffee wasn't my first choice. But clearly, they thought they were helping me and had a great surprise to show me.
Kind of reminds me when I thought I was doing my dad such a big favor by making him "dinner" fresh from the garden. I'd find an old Juicy Juice can, and meander around the garden picking lettuce and ripping up tomatoes with my dirt crusted fingers and tossing a couple beans in for good measure. When he'd pull into the driveway I run up with my salad and present it to him proudly "I made you dinner, Dad!" Yummy.
Kind of like yesterday when both children insisted on helping me with the cookies I had to make for mom's group today.
I thought that would be a no brainer, as I had a dry cookie mix for half the batch. I just needed to add in some more oats, flour, butter, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, eggs, salt and mix.
Well, it was harder than I thought one handed, with a toddler on my hip arching for the batter and a little girl pushing her chair into the crowded kitchen to be of more assistance. I tried sitting Asher on the counter and holding him there while I mixed ingredients. Fail. I tried explaining to Josie that we don't eat the raw egg batter until it's cooked. She seemed to understand, but well, in practice.... another story.
Finally, as I had to get these cookies "cookcook" as Asher says, into the oven, I let them both stand in the chair while I dropped the dough on the baking sheets in record time.
And so we got outside to kick a ball around while we waited for the final product. And I started smelling a burning smell... which was strange as it hadn't been ten minutes. But when I checked on the cookies.... a complete disaster.
The bottom of the oven is covered with burned cookie. I had gotten all the ingredients in
except the flour.
Wonder why? Thanks my little helpers. Thanks, quick mix.
Oh, and I'm taking these cookie crumbs to Mom's group in 5 minutes. Hope they don't mind.
They are made with love, much effort and plenty of teachable moments. For me.
8 comments:
my brain cannot comprehend how you're able to carry the toddler, manage the two year old, bake AND take pictures at the same time! You're amazing, Katie!!
I have done that many times without such cute little blessings to blame it on. :-) If they're too dry and "done", crumble them up to put over ice cream. If you catch them before they're done, squeeze them into balls and pop into the freezer. Yummy little frozen cookie treats. :-)
Oh that cracks me up about the flour! I can never quite comprehend how some mothers seem to cook with their toddlers easily. Ember was a disaster in the kitchen until pretty recently. I would turn my head and the eggshells would be in the batter. Way too helpful. :)
So did your moms' group like 'em??
Moyer asked just now, "who is that, mom?" And I looked at him like ??? "Moyer, that's Josie." His response?
"But she's bigger, mom!"
"Yeah," Patrick said, "She probably says the same thing about you."
She does look like a big girl helping with those cookies, though--even if she's still got some helping skills to pick up! Btw, I still get frustrated with stepping all over kids in the kitchen, BUT they are definitely progressing. Moyer is more and more TRULY helpful each day, and Keturah, well, you can imagine--I bet she and Josie are pretty similar in their kitchen help enthusiasm. Not sure what will become of me or kitchen time when we get Marilla, though!!
Remember your brother broke his arm falling off the chair he was standing in helping me bake cookies, when he was about Asher's age....brings back memories! I bet the crumbs were delicious!!!
Love this. :)
Love this. :)
hahahahaaaa i love crayon flavored coffee, don't you, how weird? hahahaa you're the best Katie!
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