cookie meltdown

i always imagine these grand "fun times" with K...
coloring...
cooking...
gardening...

but i usually forget that i'm dealing with a 2 1/2 year old and my best dreamt plans are not very realistic when it comes to this reality...

before Easter, i saw an easy and maybe (?) good recipe for some cute Eastery cookies in one of my parenting magazines. they were made with a yellow cake mix and looked so easy... :) it involved making a "sandwich" with your two cookies, using some frosting. you colored your own frosting, and i thought K would find it interesting to see the frosting change from one color to another...

here we are adding some blue food coloring and then stirring the color into the icing.

see, she's smiling :) maybe she likes it? :)

ummm, no...a big, fat “WRONG!”

When we started using the green food coloring, the tears flowed…but I have no idea why. Pitiful, isn’t it? So, so sad… yes, it’s torture to let a child play with ICING…

But “grey skies” cleared when she was told she could EAT a cookie… yep, even before lunch… this translates to pure delight for her… she's a sugar-a-holic... (seriously, when you ask her what she wants for lunch, she'll almost always reply, "cookies...chocolate...and cheese and yogurt...")

see, that smile is starting to come back…

But…fear not… when she wanted EVERY single little cookie sandwich that I was assembling while she enjoyed a little sweet snack, the tears flowed again…

“What?? I can’t have every cookie you’re making?”

“Fine…then I won’t eat the one you gave to me…” But wait…maybe if I cry harder and louder (so I can wake up my baby sister and this whole “fun time with Mom” can be ruined…)……………

on a positive note, the cookies were really good... :) they were nice and soft and perfectly sweet. :) and the pieces of cookie that K left were saved for after lunch... she was able to muster up the courage and energy to eat her cookie then... :) and, of course, she then requested her cookies each time we sat for a meal. :)

in a few years, i know that i'm going to have the best chef and helper...but for now, i'm just glad that my 2 1/2 year old is...well...normal. :)

(sorry for the weirdness of spacing and odd picture shape (first picture)... i'm not finding that it's very friendly to post pictures and write... :( blogger seems to have a mind of its own! :P)