With Purim coming up on Sunday, Craig suggested that I bake Hamantashen with Belle. After Belle's nap yesterday, we began the baking process. Belle was delightfully helpful and Emily was content to lie on a her playmat which we moved to the kitchen so I could keep an eye on her. Everything was going swimmingly.
Since we don't own a round cookie cutter, I used a glass pint glass to cute the rolled cookie dough into circles to become triangular jam-stuffed cookies. Hindsight is 20/20. As I write this, I can think of half a dozen other round object I could have used yesterday instead of a glass pint glass: the top to a jam jar, a sippy cup, anything round and less breakable than a glass pint glass. Anyway, when my eyelid closed in a single blink, the glass fell to our stone-tiled kitchen floor and shattered in a thousand pieces.
Emily cried because the noise scared her, but she was thankfully untouched by the pieces of broken glass. Belle cried because she was also scared. I then burst into tears, wondering how I was going to clean the mess barefoot (I am always barefoot at home) with two little girls around. Belle saw my tears and said, "Don't be sad, Mommy," so I pulled it together. I put Emily in the swing in the living, sat Belle on the couch, turned on Sesame Street (I have never been more grateful for On-Demand programming), and went to cleaning the kitchen, then preparing and baking the cookies.
Happy ending: the cookies came out well, the kitchen floor is clean, and Belle enjoyed a special treat of watching a whole episode of Sesame Street.
Everyday an adventure...
Everyday an adventure...
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