It was messier that I had anticipated...so much so that some would say I've lost my mind trying to cook with a two year old. What is childhood for if not to get messy (a word Isabella knows very well). I remember my sweet Grandmother Angelita letting Aimee and I make something for my father. As soon as she turned her back we covered ourselves and the kitchen in flour.
I am grateful for those sweet memories, perhaps that's why I desperately try to blog/document our lives so the girls can have many of the same.
The verdict on the cookies (as shown by the above picture): delicious.
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