Gametes In Love

Well, we kind of missed the boat on making Christmas cookies before, well… Christmas. So instead we made New Year’s cookies. Making dough was a bit more than I wanted to handle with two toddlers, so we opted for the easy approach: store bought cookie dough.

S and K had a fabulous time rolling out dough and stamping it with cookie cutters.

In the end the cookies didn’t really look like the shapes they came from. Really they looked like big sugar blobs. Also they tasted pretty bad, which, to be honest was a good thing. They made their way to the trash in the end, vs. my belly (and later my thighs). We had a great time though, and this has sparked a whole new Mommy/G cooking duo. We’ve since made pancakes (a breakfast win) and pizza (also a win).

Here are some pics from our cookie makin’ adventure. Yes, the background looks like a mess, but I needed to get the counters cleaned up from the reach of toddler fingers. Knives and 2 year olds don’t really mix ya’ know.

The sous chefs

Cookie stamping is serious business

We kinda had to teach them that you couldn’t just lift the cookie cutter and push it down over the same spot all over again.

K, hard at work

So this is a rolling pin, eh?

This is the face of a girl who’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. Or her eye-brows 🙂

What? Do I have something on my face?

Our cookies. Or cookie blobs.

Enjoying the fruits of their labor.

Cookie making time was promptly followed by two toddlers who ran circles around our house. I’m really not kidding. From the living room, through the kitchen, into the dining room, then back in the living room. And round and round it went. Note to self: next batch of cookies is getting baked in the morning 🙂

We had our pink tree monstrosity cut down last week. G got to watch. He was fascinated.

Look at that smile!

We call this a passed-out beeb

I’ll take ‘Things that make you go “Hmn!”‘ for 100, Alex!

“Fine. If you take my basket, I will sit in yours.”

“There! Now, THAT’S more like it.”

Mr. Potatohead art

G insists on using every block when making a tower. He’s really more of a supervisor. We end up being the builder bees.

Hmn… I guess I won’t be hiring THAT guy to babysit

On Tuesday evening, we went out for Thai Food. I guess this was the first time that G’s noticed someone clearing away empty plates, because when one of the waiters came to take away the empty Spring Roll plate, G immediately asked

“Daddy, what da man doin’?”

We explained to him the concept of taking empty plates away, and he seemed quite content with our explanation. Please note that at no point in time did we use the term “Bus boy”. We actually never put a title on the roll at all. We just explained what the guy was doing and why.

Then later, our waitress came and asked to take away another plate. G protested, because he only wanted the guy to do it. Fun stuff. Going out with him these days is certainly interesting. Let’s put it that way.

Baby & Daddy cuddles

Now is this comfy TV watching or what?