As you know, I do a lot of baking. I'm always in the kitchen, usually clothed in flour, and frequently perfumed by vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. My kitchen work is my therapy, my livelihood, my ministry. It's what makes me tick. In my kitchen, I can provide for my family, I can provide for friends and their families, and I can provide for families I've never met. I can say thank you, I can say you're welcome, I can say I love you, with the products of my kitchen.
Sometimes, my baking and cooking drives my family nuts. Their least favorite words? "Hands off, that's not for you!" Pretty much, nine times out of ten, it really isn't for them. Poor guys.
This is a seriously frustrating bone of contention, especially for Avery.
Sometimes, he figures a way around it and takes it for himself anyway.....
Sometimes, he gets to help with the baking, cooking, and prep work.....
Always, he is given the job of Mommy's Official Clean-Up Helper, and that makes all his frustration worth his while!
These pictures are priceless. Keep at it, momma. :)
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