Baking with Thirdbase: Adventures in Babysitting
I utilized child labor! Martha Stewart, here I come!
I watched the daughters of
aramintamd and tacnukesoul today and while they have no recollection of the Cinderella babysitting episode (would take me forever to find it in the archives... ask me about it some time), they had a ball making sugar cookies today.
They started off sorting M&Ms for me: red & green in this bowl, everything else in this bowl. Then they decided that blue was pretty and that all the blue ones should get pulled aside too. And then they unwrapped hershey kisses for me. So when you enjoy my peanut blossoms, remember that you are contributing to the industry of child slaves, and take a big ole bite out of that cookie and love it. (alternately, next time you see the girls, tell them how good their cookies were - they were ecstatic that I told them they were chipping into the annual cookie baking and that everyone would be enjoying their cookies.)
They played the sharing game and the compromise game very well. I am over-sacchrined from just smelling it all, and they kept nibbling. Finally I got at least the older one convinced that if she went home with no appetite for dinner, then Mom and Dad would never let me babysit/bake cookies with them again.
She did misunderstand about when we were going to get to enjoy a cookie - she had decided that cookies would only happen as dessert, so she came looking for dinner at 2:45pm, about 2 1/2 hours after lunch. I suggested that since it was a very long time until bed, perhaps a mid-afternoon snack might work a little better.
They were very eager to start decorating and were not thrilled with the fact that after having to (sigh)wait for the cookies to cool, they would now have to wait for the frosting to be assembled. Get it together, babysitter!!
Lots of fun was had decorating, and because of the new floor in the dining room I heard the M&Ms all hit the floor and skid, I didn't need to wait for the "uh oh..." So that's good.
They're watching/sleeping through a movie and I have a batch of monster cookies that will shortly be Gulf-bound, cooling in the dining room, next to pink snowmen (ooh - my bad, snow WOmen...) with blue M&Ms.
Kids are tiring. I'm glad I have fish.
I watched the daughters of
aramintamd and tacnukesoul today and while they have no recollection of the Cinderella babysitting episode (would take me forever to find it in the archives... ask me about it some time), they had a ball making sugar cookies today.They started off sorting M&Ms for me: red & green in this bowl, everything else in this bowl. Then they decided that blue was pretty and that all the blue ones should get pulled aside too. And then they unwrapped hershey kisses for me. So when you enjoy my peanut blossoms, remember that you are contributing to the industry of child slaves, and take a big ole bite out of that cookie and love it. (alternately, next time you see the girls, tell them how good their cookies were - they were ecstatic that I told them they were chipping into the annual cookie baking and that everyone would be enjoying their cookies.)
They played the sharing game and the compromise game very well. I am over-sacchrined from just smelling it all, and they kept nibbling. Finally I got at least the older one convinced that if she went home with no appetite for dinner, then Mom and Dad would never let me babysit/bake cookies with them again.
She did misunderstand about when we were going to get to enjoy a cookie - she had decided that cookies would only happen as dessert, so she came looking for dinner at 2:45pm, about 2 1/2 hours after lunch. I suggested that since it was a very long time until bed, perhaps a mid-afternoon snack might work a little better.
They were very eager to start decorating and were not thrilled with the fact that after having to (sigh)wait for the cookies to cool, they would now have to wait for the frosting to be assembled. Get it together, babysitter!!
Lots of fun was had decorating, and because of the new floor in the dining room I heard the M&Ms all hit the floor and skid, I didn't need to wait for the "uh oh..." So that's good.
They're watching/sleeping through a movie and I have a batch of monster cookies that will shortly be Gulf-bound, cooling in the dining room, next to pink snowmen (ooh - my bad, snow WOmen...) with blue M&Ms.
Kids are tiring. I'm glad I have fish.