I decided to whip up some Christmas cookie dough on Friday. We had all been having our share of whatever bug is going around and are finally on the mend. I thought we would be ready for some Chrsitmas festivities. What I didn’t count on is how impatient a 2 year old is when she knows that there is cookie dough in the fridge, and she wants to be frosting cookies. I cannot count how many times in about 2 hours she asked if we could frost cookies. I finally relented, and we rolled and cut the cookies out before and after supper. I was just going to do this all tomorrow, but decided to just do it so they would be ready to frost on Saturday. So, we rolled and cut. I wondered as we did this why, without fail, she felt the need to take a perfectly rolled slab of cookie dough and demolish it with one giant cookie right in the middle? I must admit, I had to start directing her cookie cutting strategy. (Hey, you can only roll the dough so many times before it gets tough!)
The cookies turned out great!
Saturday morning she woke up, eagerly asking – you guessed it – when can we frost the cookies? So, after breakfast I mixed up frosting, got out the cookie sheets to contain mess, rummaged around for my sprinkles, and dug out some plastic knives. And I let her loose. I may have issues with how she cut her cookies, but I have no advice for how she frosts her cookies. (Let it be known that I really don’t like frosting anything… I think, although pretty, it is tedious, and my cake/cupcakes/cookies/etc taste just as delicious without it.) So, frost away, Madison, I say! She did a great job… .and she took her job very seriously. Here are her first strokes of frosting:
And her first cookie completed:
Ellie jumped in on the action after she woke up from her nap (not really helpful, but still..)
Still working:
Her last cookie (yeah, that’s a bunny she needed to cut out…):
Finished products:
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