Today is a snow day, and so one my kids has gone back to bed and the other one is working quietly on a massive box robot in the living room and yet another one of my kids is eating bananas and watching Little Bear. My husband called me from the drive to work, telling me that he was driving behind the snowplow and booooorrrred. Doesn’t it seem early in the winter to start having snow days?
Lucky for me, though – I am, however unwittingly, prepared for this snow day because the Baby and I spent yesterday evening making sugar cookies to decorate today. Like most little wee kids, she loves helping me bake, and so I try to make as many safe baking opportunities as I can for her. I realized mournfully on Friday night that even though we make lots of cookies together, she had never had the fun of making sugar cookies – and then by a lucky coincidence, the current issue of Living Without magazine WHICH I BOUGHT ON SATURDAY featured a gluten-free sugar cookie recipe! Obviously, we were meant to make them.
So we did.
Here she is pouring the gf flour blend into our stand mixer, the handiest thing in our kitchen. The funny thing about working with little kids is that you start out humouring them and before you know it, there’s this competent little person working alongside you. Look at her pour that flour!
Now she’s peeking at the butter, which she just dropped in.
This weekend was our church’s Advent play and potluck lunch, and I really felt a warm glow when I realized how much of the food she could safely eat – everyone is so careful about ingredients and letting me know what’s in their contribution and her grandpa made a big batch of her very favorite baked beans, too. With small children with severe food issues, like my munchkin, it’s really hard to keep them from feeling deprived – so much of the world is off-limits to them. Living in such a small town, though, means that everyone who knows her knows what her food issues are, and she’s surrounded by people who make a huge effort to keep her safe and happy.
Super artsy close-up!
I appointed my husband Official Household Food Photographer, and I think it’s a definite improvement. The Baby had scampered off her cooking chair by now, since I don’t think little kids belong around running machinery – just fyi for the safety minded readers who like to email me whenever I post about cooking with kids. Blogging, much like living in a small town, means that everybody knows your bizness. That’s okay. I don’t mind.
Look at all those cookie cutters! The wee ones that The Boy is using were sent to us by Bren J. and whoo, they are a hit. I want to make an entire batch of wee gingerbread acorns, now that I think about it – wouldn’t that be cute? And I could dip the tops in chocolate? Adorable!
So that was some Sunday evening fun at my house, and The Baby blithely poured and used cookie cutters and the small child-sized rolling pin without any thoughts for all of the many things she’s not allowed to do, and the house was fragrant with the smells of early Christmas, of butter and vanilla. There are many more cookies to come.