baking with a toddler...

... is a lesson in patience, I'll tell ya. Have you ever baked with a 2-year-old? How did that go for ya? Did you have any batter left for those muffins? Were you able to find your kitchen under all the flour?

I love involving Annika when I cook. I always know it's going to be a lot of work, but it's either that or she will nag me senseless. So I choose the lesser of two evils:)

The other morning, we decided daddy needed to sleep in a bit (while snuggling with Leo) and thought it would be a great idea to make pancakes for breakfast. This mama isn't known for her cooking, but everyone can handle a pancake mix. Not Annika though... 

I put her on a chair and showed her what I was doing and let her help pour the ingredients into a mixing bowl. It all went south in a matter of seconds. The moment I turned away to grab a tablespoon, she had both hands in the bowl playing with the flour and clapping her hands in delight. (To be fair, it does look like sand:))  I went to the fridge to grab some butter and next thing I know, she has some egg shells in her mouth. I went to grab a spatula and at that same moment the girl decided to drink some pancake batter straight out of the mixing bowl. 

Oh for the love...

There was no way back though and eventually we baked some delicious whole grain pancakes with fresh blueberries, cleaned the kitchen, and scrubbed Annika squeaky clean. Our breakfast was amazing. Annika was proud of herself for helping mommy and mommy was proud of herself for not loosing her cool.