Week 31: Merry X-Mas
Ways to tell you live with a five year old:
What? That last one seems a little odd? I started the weekend on Friday, making gingerbread for Christmas cookie decorating with some neighbor kids, and since I was expecting them to take a lot home, I doubled the recipe. An entire bottle of molasses and overnight refrigeration later, I had a bowl full of goop that more closely resembled something found in Will’s diaper than cookie batter. Let alone cookie batter you can roll out and cut shapes from. So, I start adding flour, and more flour, and finally it gets to a consistency that you could feasibly cut shapes out of, so we begin rolling out the dough. Saturday morning was almost entirely spent rotating cookie sheets out of the oven, and the result was my turkey platter piled with several dozens of cookies.
No big deal right? Well, the company we were planning on having, couldn’t stay long and ended up only taking two cookies home. So, the rest of the weekend was spent decorating cookies on and off, with Emily getting, a little creative. She comes upstairs eating a gingerbread bear, with a few untraditional parts frosted on. She then narrates exactly what she’s eating.
I’ve said before that I want her to have a healthy view of the human body, but is this normal? I don’t know.
Anyway, needless to say you all are getting Christmas cookies as gifts, and if you get a “special” one, well, I guess you win. I promise, though, regardless of what’s on them, they are quite tasty.
And speaking of tasty, Will seems to have aquired a taste for people food. He will still devour a jar of baby food, but he really prefers things like baby toast, bananas, cheese, and homemade sweet potatoes. It could be because he’s seven moths old now! I can’t believe how huge he is. He’s really crawling up on his hands and knees, and he can sit on his knees, balancing for a few moments before toppling over.
Will is even making steps toward real communication. He will play a little game with you if you blow a raspberry, he will imitate it back at you, and on and on. He was even able to keep it up with Emily and me as we all took turns. He’s so curious and is so much fun, I can’t wait to see what he has to say about the world.
- The noise level is a constant 10 decibels (really, I don’t know how to measure sound, but it’s loud, very very loud)
- There is a layer of cracker crumbs on the carpet at all times
- On top of the layer of cracker crumbs is small pieces of paper cut into tiny bits
- You hear the phrase “I’m bored” ten times a day
- You know exactly what the other five year olds in the neighborhood want for Christmas (since, of course that’s what your five-year-old happens to want)
- X-rated Christmas cookies
What? That last one seems a little odd? I started the weekend on Friday, making gingerbread for Christmas cookie decorating with some neighbor kids, and since I was expecting them to take a lot home, I doubled the recipe. An entire bottle of molasses and overnight refrigeration later, I had a bowl full of goop that more closely resembled something found in Will’s diaper than cookie batter. Let alone cookie batter you can roll out and cut shapes from. So, I start adding flour, and more flour, and finally it gets to a consistency that you could feasibly cut shapes out of, so we begin rolling out the dough. Saturday morning was almost entirely spent rotating cookie sheets out of the oven, and the result was my turkey platter piled with several dozens of cookies.
No big deal right? Well, the company we were planning on having, couldn’t stay long and ended up only taking two cookies home. So, the rest of the weekend was spent decorating cookies on and off, with Emily getting, a little creative. She comes upstairs eating a gingerbread bear, with a few untraditional parts frosted on. She then narrates exactly what she’s eating.
I’ve said before that I want her to have a healthy view of the human body, but is this normal? I don’t know.
Anyway, needless to say you all are getting Christmas cookies as gifts, and if you get a “special” one, well, I guess you win. I promise, though, regardless of what’s on them, they are quite tasty.
And speaking of tasty, Will seems to have aquired a taste for people food. He will still devour a jar of baby food, but he really prefers things like baby toast, bananas, cheese, and homemade sweet potatoes. It could be because he’s seven moths old now! I can’t believe how huge he is. He’s really crawling up on his hands and knees, and he can sit on his knees, balancing for a few moments before toppling over.
Will is even making steps toward real communication. He will play a little game with you if you blow a raspberry, he will imitate it back at you, and on and on. He was even able to keep it up with Emily and me as we all took turns. He’s so curious and is so much fun, I can’t wait to see what he has to say about the world.
posted by Kate @ 3:40 PM
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