Sunday, October 25, 2009

Baking with baby

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!

8 comments:

Petertammenson said...

I can't believe how cute your house is!!!

Sasha Cornelius Eggli said...

this is the coolest blog EVER! you rock, chels.

Sarah Lenhart said...

It'll all come together one day. Maybe having her taste the batter will help? Lil loves helping me bake b/c I let her do a couple small dips with her finger into the batter. And stiring is pretty awesome when you're two...even if it does make the counter a little messier. :)

Bethany Fegles Photography said...

I can so relate and the way you write just cracks me up! I luuuuuvvvv it! :)

Nicole said...

I'm still not that brave. Whenever I cook anything Liam is either out of the kitchen or playing in the sink.

Heather said...

We had the same problem! I finally solved it by putting Tabitha on a chair and giving her a cup of flour, some bowls, spoons, whisks, and a salt shaker. She loves to "cook" next to me and I can still let her help with the things she can do, then she can go back to making a mess while I do the more difficult parts. And it all sweeps up in about 3 seconds. Now if I could just get her to stop falling off the chair . . .

Chandra said...

My girls didn't catch on until they were about 3. Now there is much more laughing and less mess and less yelling :)

Marlies said...

Isn't it funny how we as parents think of how wonderful life will be when we are the perfect mom and dad and we come up with these great experiences for our children and they just can seem to figure out how to appreciate what we are trying to do for them. Oh the irony.