We made the butter cookies for the Christmas tree this weekend. I suppose I should correct myself by saying that we started making the butter cookies. The dough is now cooling in the fridge, but we have not yet cut it into festive holiday shapes and have not yet baked it.
There have already been several misadventures, most of which I’ll share with you at a later date. For now, I’ll simply relate the single most tragic moment of the weekend—and a corresponding bit of advice.
While it makes a baby very happy to be given the dough-covered mixer paddle to lick…
…removing it from him has the opposite effect.
Though it may be technically easy to “take candy from a baby,” I don’t necessarily recommend doing it—unless you’re prepared to face the full consequences.
This look persisted for a surprisingly long time. We tried to distract him with other kinds of food and with colorful plastic objects, to no avail. The little dude would not be comforted. Looking back, I wonder if perhaps Kato is yet too young to deal with that crushing realization that all good things must inevitably come to an end.
Or maybe he just really likes cookie dough.
That is exactly how Calli looks when I fail to give her a second bowl of ice cream!
I don’t understand…why did you take it away? It looks to me like he wasn’t finished. And besides, he’s all bones.
I love the baby Skeletor look paired with the monkey pants. It reminds me of the 13-year-old goth kid who’s playing the Angel of the Lord in our Christmas pageant this year. Nearly every Sunday, she comes to church wearing a black sweatshirt covered with skulls and crossbones. I’m not sure if she is planning on changing her getup for the pageant or not, but she is planning on doing something crazy with her eyeliner. Should be interesting.