Baking with my boy...

Maybe it's just me, but there is something about baking/cooking with Tate that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It is one of my favorite things to do with him. I'm not sure if it's because I always loved doing that with my mom, or if it's because I know how much he thoroughly enjoys it. Whatever it is, it is such a special time we have together. He has loved cooking/baking for as long as I can remember. He wears his apron just like Mommy and wants to do all the stirring and pouring and measuring...he wants to do it all. Today, I let him crack his first egg. It ended up on the counter when he "tapped" it a little too hard. Ha. He then said, "ya, maybe you should do that part, I might still be a little young for that." Yup, I would have to agree. :)

His favorite part is the tasting...

And the result of our baking time today are these little numbers...

We made 52 of them. I will bring several to PS-MAPP on Thursday (it's our day to bring the snacks) and will send several to Sean's work tomorrow. I'm thinking the rest will get eaten just fine by the two boys in my house!