I keep trying to bake with Aspen. I have these visions of us laughing and bonding together, while she pours flour into a bowl before I mix it with the milk. There'll be music in the background, and whatever we make will turn out golden brown and beautiful.
Instead, my baby walks all over the counters and tries to find out what happens when oil gets thrown on the floor. She thinks it's hilarious when I tell her for the third time that she needs to sit down, or get off the counter.
But I'll keep trying. I'm sure one day things'll click, and she'll realize that if she cooperates, all the stuff we're mixing together will make something yummy and sweet. And there'll be a much smaller mess!