Last Tuesday evening….we'd had a full homeschool day and I was making a fairly easy dinner of just baked BBQ chicken and rice. And I don't know if it was because of the fact that it was an 'easy' meal that I thought I needed to make something 'more difficult'….but I decided to make homemade sugar cookies for dessert. Go figure.
The girls were playing in the other room and I decided to let the only other person in the kitchen with me help.
To say that he was excited would be a complete understatement. (Those tippy toes!!!)
I let him pour in the sugar and then middle sister made her grand entrance for the addition of the flour.
Nolan didn't want to share the spotlight, apparently.
But when I gave him that spatula. Oh the joy!
At this point…he had not figured out the goodness that is cookie dough. :)
Then enters biggest sister. And the tears came a rollin'.
Ahhhh. All is right with the world again.
Look at those TEARS! ohmygoodness.
I should've thrown this one out…but I couldn't help but point out the 'last little taste' that I said they could all have. Ha!
And then again…when there was no more.
Ok then he licked the spatula.
And when I ultimately moved the dough to the other side of the room.
The time snuck up on me! I mean…..I didn't even realize he was old enough to 'help' me in the kitchen. Where did my baby go? It was fun and messy and a lot of work and fun and messy.
And worth it.