Domestic Bliss and Ginger Cookies
December 6th, 2009
This weekend I managed to achieve one of those idealized moments of domestic bliss that I imagined motherhood would be like before I actually became a mother and realized how much poop there was involved in the whole affair.
Yesterday morning, I made cookies with my daughter.
Well, sort of. I mean, she didn’t really help with the actual cooking, but she helped by cheerfully entertaining herself for half an hour while I made the cookie dough.
Josh was at a meeting and I had a burning desire to make triple ginger cookies (to die for) as my kickoff to the baking frenzy that will culminate in an open house for the church two weeks from now. I got out a bunch of Miss Mouse’s toys and blockaded the living room to make it fully baby proof.
Then I got to work. And bless her heart, Miss Mouse let me. She played contentedly in the other room, wandering in regularly to check on my progress. Sometimes she’d ask to be picked up, and would examine the emerging dough with interest. She was enchanted by the electric mixer. Then she’d toddle back into the other room to continue rearranging the Christmas stuffed animals, which is her new favorite activity.
It was one of those serene, beautiful moments that are destined to crystallize in your mind forever as perfect. Because it was!