Our family moved last week-only about 6 blocks, but if you live in New York, you know just how big of a difference a few blocks can make. We touched down from our high-rise situation (a deep sigh of relief from me), and came home to a place with a cozy wood fire stove, more play space for the Yummies, and more play space for their mum and daddy.
While today, Good Friday, is a dark day and a serious one, I wanted to share some sweet images from a day we had with some small friends and my first time sharing my new kitchen with anyone, and especially some mini-chefs.
The girls all left the kitchen to play an elaborate game of princess, so it was just me and the guys making the dough. They also got to make a special round of cookies all by themselves. It was a wonderful thing to see the little flicker of delight it brought when I told them they would get to do one pan of only-boys drop cookies with sprinkles. To share, of course. But, when it was time to actually roll out and cut the dough, those girls trotted right back in with perfect timing.
After we had rolled and cut and were waiting for the cookies to bake, the kids all got under the kitchen table to play ” Mommy takes this baby and this one and this one to the doctor,” as described by my daughter, and sing the band-aid song, a little ditty they made up (art school kids…you can tell them from a mile away). They surfaced again to eat their warm cookies, simple and delicious, in our warm, new home.
