March 28, 2008


The kids wanted a snack and I had some chocolate chips lying around, so cookies seemed to be in order. I endeavored to keep my blood pressure down while they helped me gather ingredients and mix them together. Finally, the cookies went in the oven and the arguments about who got which cookie began. Ending when I allowed the child not involved in the argument first dibs. The girls gave the 18 month old a nice chocolate-y cookie which he smeared all over himself before I got the next batch in the oven and then the five year old spilled her milk. Now the baby is screaming, because I am not allowing his grubby little hands unlimited access to the cookie cooling racks.

Who knew such a simple domestic task could be so complicated and loud?


ARGH. Sounds like time for the hubby to take the kids for a walk and mommy to take a bubble bath. ;-)

Posted by: dcrmom at March 29, 2008 07:07 PM


"Simple domestic task"

Oh, that's a good one.

Posted by: skinnydan at March 31, 2008 06:32 AM

Ha ha ha ha!! Sounds like a lot of work. If my kids asked for a snack and I had chocolate chips lying around, I would give them chocolate chips. But that is my lame-mother-underachieving self talking.


Posted by: Angie D at April 1, 2008 04:45 PM

Well, usually when I have chocolate chips lying around, I hide and eat them when the kids aren't looking. I was having a generous moment.

Posted by: Jordana at April 1, 2008 05:16 PM

I hear you. After a few attempts at including Ngaire in baking, I have started putting up the baby gate to block off the kitchen whenever the flour comes out. This means that I often bake to the accompaniment of requests (polite and otherwise) from the kidlets to let them in, already. But it also means that my kitchen looks a lot less like the set of White Christmas when I'm done.

Posted by: Another Jordana at April 4, 2008 05:25 PM