My girlfriends and I used to have this tradition. Every Christmas break, we’d get together and bake cookies. A lot of cookies. We’d bake them, package them and deliver them to clients, coworkers, family and friends. That, my friends, was several kids ago. The tradition died off for a few years – as more and more babies entered the picture.
This year, we decided to try the tradition again. Just her and me and our 11, 8, 8, 3, 3 and 1 year olds. What could go wrong?
A lot. A lot can go wrong when you
bake attempt to bake cookies with children. At first, the two-three year olds and the one year old sat on the counter, watching. Then, they decided to help. It was with the “helping” that things began to go awry. We were adding ingredients by measured cup and tablespoon, a scene from a classic American tale. But, soon, the recipe became one that we all know – all too well, when we added the extra ingredient of distraction:
1 cup of sugar
“Wait, how many cups did you just add?”
Turning around to grab the cinnamon
1 teaspoon of….
“Whoa! Boys – wait – wait!”
Another cup of sugar
“Why does the batter look funny? How many cups of sugar did we put in? Better add another.”
Results: flat, cratered looking brownish white sugary tasty things.
Everything we made that day became something that only slightly resembled what we were trying to make. But, we still had fun.
Speaking of cookies: my youngest – one of the ones “helping” bake the cookies – lost his repeatedly all morning long. Lets hope “contagion” isn’t the gift our family will be giving this year.
Lastly, I wanted to offer this cautionary tale about asking your kids to be more detailed about their Christmas lists. My children wrote their letters to Santa, requesting items like:
every American Girl imaginable
a blue lava lamp
a blue pocket knife
So, when I asked my second grader what he really wanted for Christmas – in an attempt to get him to say something that Santa could actually provide – we have a no-live-animals policy – my son replied that he wanted a cross.
“What kind of cross?”
“A cross necklace.”
(At this point, I was not surprised – this is the same son, after all, that says he wants to be a Saint when he grows up.)
“Anything special about the necklace?” This is where I went horribly wrong. A cross necklace Santa can do. What he answered would prove to be a challenge.
“Yes. It has to be camo.”
As you might imagine, Santa and all his helpers have been in search for the requested item ever since. Santa found one online, but they wanted more in shipping than they did to for the item itself. Grr. Anyway, Santa has found something that may work. Here’s hoping.
Merry Christmas, my friends. Here’s to friends, family, Christmas cookies, and not losing yours.
God bless you all!