baking cookies with cody is not anything like the dreamy visions i had of baking with my kids, before i had real live ones. it's more like a race, in which the finish line is unburnt cookies cooling on a plate. no, maybe more like a timed obstacle course.
2 seconds after i agree to the baking cookies thing, and..... he's off. and he's an unstoppable whirling dervish.
he's in the cabinets, pulling out pots and bowls and sifters. he's trying to eat the sugar, licking the spoon that he's using to mix the batter which has already dropped on the floor, pouring the milk straight into the batter without measuring it while i've turned my back for one second to write "buy more vanilla" on the refrigerator shopping list. he's feeding raw batter to the dog, deciding the cookies need jimmies (or sprinkles, depending on where you're from), climbing up to GET the jimmies, spilling them all over the kitchen floor, turning the light on and off on the oven, breaking the eggshells into teeny tiny pieces and ....
this has been great for my diet, since i get a lot of exercise running after cody all over the kitchen, and when it's all over i really don't want to eat any cookies.
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