When Christmas rolls around, here in the Schrock household we take it all very seriously. The day after Thanksgiving, or as close as we can get to it, we put up the tree and load it with lights. After almost seven years of marriage we have a nice, little collection of unbreakable, homemade-looking ornaments with lots of glitter, ribbon and color.
One of the things we love doing is baking cookies. Lots of them. Piles of them. This year is extra-fun because our two eldest are 7 and 5 and their abilities to build and create are growing by the day. Our youngest, Bear, is only interested in the eating of them at this point. Which he did today.
We have been baking and baking and decorating and decorating and planned on sending some of those beauties to friends of ours. I’m so happy we made as many as we did because Bear decided to weed a few of them out today. I was working in another part of the house when I realized it was much too quiet. Upon investigating the quiet I found this:
He obviously went through a great deal of effort to get to those cookies. First, he had to climb up on the table, then he had to poke his entire fist through the plastic wrap, and lastly, clearly, he ate a good portion of holiday delight. Which was liberally spread all over his face and hands. The first thing he said after he’d been found out was, “yummy!”.
Yes, I imagine it was. *grin*
Little Bear,
You and your cousin Connor are such kindred spirits! He’s been caught numerous times this week eating icing off the top of Andy’s leftover birthday cake. He tries to deny it, but he gets icing all over his teeth, face, hands, the cake box, the kitchen counter, the sink, etc. We’re sure the two of you have some fun roads ahead!