Dont Cry Over Spilled Sugar

Monday night, after dinner, Garth made a last minute decision to go for a jog. And I, decided to make Christmas cookies with the little kids.

So we set up our little cookie shop. I pulled out the flour, sugar, and all the ingredients. Lucy pulled up her assistant stool and grabbed her favorite wooded mixing spoon. While I was getting ready, Hudson was helping himself to the pantry. I found him covered in powdered sugar, sugar all down the pantry, and sugar on the kitchen floor. He of course was all smiles, no crying for him- he was helping, and having fun.

The dog helped clean up Hudson, Thanks Babe.

As I took time to clean both him and the kitchen, Lucy, I'm sure, helped herself to the sugar cookie dough on the counter. 

After we regrouped and set out to roll out the dough and make our cookies, Lucy claimed, "Mama, I want pink sprinkles."

Frantic, I scoured the pantry. No pink sprinkles in this house. Disheartened and demanding pink, she told me, very matter of fact, "Okay mama, tomorrow we can get pink sprinkles. Tonight, we can make chocolate cookies."

That was that. We packed up our dough and set out to make one batch of chocolate chip cookies to have as a snack before bedtime. Remember, I am trying new strategies to improve my approach and attack on bedtime.

Lucy helped mix and spoon the dough on the cookie sheet, sneaking bites of dough every now and then.










We laughed at Hudson as he tried to reach for a taste himself. He didn't mind much, he was busy knocking over his dinner tray and sharing his left overs with the dog.

I hope Babe likes turkey, cheesy potatoes, and mixed veggies?!?

By the time Garth returned from his evening stroll, the cookies were cooling on the counter and ready to be eaten. Lucy and Garth each found a spot at the kitchen table with their cookies and cold glass of milk.

Now for my sneak attack for bedtime....