Yesterday was a baking day. I’m not a fan of messy play. I HATE getting the paints out – my house is messy enough without cheeky handprints everywhere or the dog being given green streaks. But I love to bake. I stopped doing it when the boys were small because I was too busy, but now that they’re old enough to get involved I like to make things with them.
When I’m in the middle of baking with them I always wonder why I put myself through it. If you’ve ever tried to bake with more than one preschooler ‘helping’, you’ll know exactly what I mean. Yet I still do it, and each time I let them attempt to break an egg/hold the whisk/ help me measure the flour. Each time we all end up covered.
After we’d baked a giant Victoria sponge and a couple of trays of chocolate brownies, I let them sit with the bowl to lick while I washed up. When I turned around two minutes later this is the view that greeted me. I love that even Ted the labradoodle is getting in on the act.