Brilliant Idea #3,578

I remember how special I felt when my mom and grandma would let me sit up on the counter and help them mix cookies. It's a tradition I couldn't wait to pass on to my own children. I love to bake and have always had this image of my child and I laughing over a bowl of dough, sneaking bites and having fun.

Um, apparently either my mother has wayyyyy more patience than me or she only let me help her with baking that one time and she happened to take a photo...

I decided Friday to mix up some M&M cookies. I was hormonal and craving them and thought it would be a fun activity for Lawrence and me. Ha!

He, being the grandson of a mechanic and the son of a construction engineer, found himself much more interested in how the hand mixer worked than with the notion of combining ingredients "gently" in a bowl. He also just HAD to see what was in each of the canisters, test out what eggs feel like and, of course, taste his first M&Ms.

The whole ordeal was a bit ironic since I find baking to be therapeutic...it was the most stressful experience I've had in awhile.

I'm glad we did it, though. I'll probably wait until he's closer to 2 until I let him "help" me again, but it was a fun time while it lasted (now if he would just stop wanting to sit on the counter every time I go in the kitchen).