The Peanut has always been my little baking buddy. She loves to help me in the kitchen and I love having her there. I tried to do a little baking with Little Pea and the Peanut had a burst of jealousy, “No, mommy! I do the baking! I’m your helper.”
When it came time to make her birthday cake, the Peanut was thrilled to get back in the kitchen with me. Poor Little Pea had to go in the playpen in the living room so she wouldn’t get in the way. It was then that I had a great idea and a new birthday tradition was invented.
I’ve decided that each of my girls will get to be my baking buddy when it comes to making her own birthday cake. The Peanut won’t be able to argue when it is Little Pea’s turn with that kind of logic. I know when she heads off to Kindergarten in the fall, Little Pea and I will have more time alone to do that sort of thing together, but I still love the idea of having my girls involved in the making of their own cakes.
The only slightly discouraging side effect? They also then are involved in the decorating of said cakes. Ha! Anyone want to guess the kind of emotional strain I was under while biting my tongue as the Peanut lined up these dinosaurs on our masterpiece? “Sweetie, don’t you want to maybe put one over there?”
“No! They are on parade!”
Well alright then.