Cookies anyone?

One of my favorite childhood memories is baking with my mom or my grandmother. We started so young, I can't remember a time before baking along with them. I remember the colorful aprons, the giant metal sifters, the big ceramic bowls, and the wooden spoons. The best part was licking the beaters and the bottom of the bowl.

It is no surprise then that I pulled out my own baking supplies the minute I got pregnant. It seemed like the right maternal thing to do. From the moment I could wear Amelia in her carrier (ie: 2 weeks old), she has been baking along side me.

Today we baked chocolate chip cookies for her Papa. Although she is too young to lick the spoons, I did let her play with the sugars as we poured them in the bowl together. The brown sugar had her madly shoving every finger into her mouth. She didn't seem to be enjoying the taste, just couldn't get the darn stuff off!

Note: If I offer you chocolate chip cookies this week, just know they have been man-handled by a 7 month old. I am sure her hands were clean.