Why is it that every holiday seems to revolve around food? All the holiday treats weaken my will power and tempt my sweet tooth.
Not that I'm really complaining. I do love treats.
Despite the fact that I tend to avoid the kitchen, there is something about holiday baking that draws me in.
I love having Roman and Blaise standing on chairs on either side of me, taking turns dumping in ingredients (occasionally missing the bowl.) I love the floury hands, the attempts to be subtle while picking at the dough, the delight on their faces at placing the cookies in the oven, and their excitement when taking them out.
It also doesn't hurt that there are now cookies in our house.
In the past, we've done sprinkles. Which are not the most child friendly way to go cookies. As it usually involves incredibly vigorous sprinkling and then several weeks on clean up.
This year, we "painted" cookies.
I can't take any credit for this darling idea, as I found it here.
The boys created their masterpieces without needing my oversight. The mess was minimal.
The delight was endless.