Everyone who knows me, knows I don’t do the cooking. I don’t really know *how* to cook, it’s all a little scary. But alas, the last few days I’ve cooked tea, and baked goodies. I must say it’s a lot of fun, and I did not to do badly at all, if I do say myself.
We tend to spend a little too much money on semi prepared food, I’d like to change so we are fully preparing every meal.
So I took the opportunity of the boy going to Football, and having the little one all to myself and we made cookies. She did quite well, only got bored at the end, stood carefully on her stool, and laughed at my lameness when I put flour on her nose. The cookies came out well, tasted good, and was a great late night snack before the little one fell asleep watching ‘So You Think You Can Dance.’ (Can you blame her?).
I am very thankful that she’s nearly three and will still start to fall asleep on me at night. And that she is feisty enough to tell me to ‘go away’ when I tell her off, and that she starts to walk herself to time out as soon as she says it. That she will dance to Michael Jackson now, and will know him like I know Elvis. That she’ll eat my attempt at a tart for tea, and give me a kiss for my effort. That when I get her out of bed in the morning or after naps she’ll hug me extra hard. But mainly I’m thankful she takes the chance on me to be involved in her life even if I’m not related.
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How sweet. Kids are just soooo beautiful when they start kissing. Sounds like you’re pretty important to her.
And no, I can’t blame her falling asleep to any of those terrible reality shows.