It would be a lie to say that I LOVE every aspect of being a mama. Some parts of parenting and parenthood are unpleasant and some parts just downright suck (explosive diapers, anyone?). Afternoons like yesterday, though, are the reason I wanted to have children.
Spencer napped for 2 hours on his own (hallelujah!) and when he got up we turned on Christmas music and made cookies. Oatmeal cookies, because oatmeal is healthy, right?
What kind of mom would I be if I didn't let him lick the beaters?
I keep our butter in the freezer. Since this cookie making party was not planned in advance I needed to thaw the butter in the microwave. Spencer asked if it was cheese. I said, no, it was butter. Then, clear as day, he said butter. It is amazing to me the words that he is picking up these days. Words that I haven't even repeated to him 487 times in an attempt to get him to say them. Then I made him say butter 487 times because it was so cute.
He was really proud of our work.
Ahh, the fruits of our labor.
1 comment:
OH what a fun afternoon! I'm jealous!
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