Entry FeedSometimes, I think that we are becoming the "traditional" family, and I am not even trying to fight it. I am no longer barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but I seem to spend a lot of time barefoot in the kitchen.
This afternoon Daughter and I were making chocolate chip cookies while the boys were playing hockey in driveway.
Baking with the kids isn't really fun. I have such fond memories of baking when I was growing up, especially my Nana's big beige porcelain bowl. Now I realize what a pain in the butt it is to bake with the kids. They want to help, and their is something magical about adding ingredients and mixing. But the mess is twice as big, and it takes twice as long. At least the cookies are delicious.
The boys and Husband played hockey in the driveway in the rain while we were baking. After they were completely soaked, and the rain started falling a little too hard, they took cover in the garage.
Daughter brought them out a batch of the fresh cookies and some ice water. They all sat their on their fold-up chairs with the garage door open, watching the rain.
Yes, it completely ruined their dinner. But they were all happy, and that's what counts, right?