Or so they think...
All of the extras: muffins, cookies, desserts, salad dressings, dips, that is all icing on the cake.
Pun intended.
I acknowledge that I bring on some of the stress of feeding my family. But for the most part I really enjoy cooking and providing healthy meals...foods that I can pronounce all of the ingredients of.
So....I decided to begin sharing this J-O-Y with my children.
I decided that the big kids would alternate days on helping me, start-to-finish, put dinner on the table. Their tasks:
- slicing
- dicing
- reading directions
- baking
- setting timers
- serving
- pouring (the milk)
- cutting (into bite sizes on their plates)
Unrequested! Only this little lady willingly participated in our activity!
This is what I am working toward...quality time spent in the kitchen with my cherubs.
A sous chef in the making!
Yesterday, was Isabella's first day. And yes...I interrupted her in the middle of a chapter!
Today, William missed out on fifteen minutes of basketball time.
In case you were wondering I did not start with difficult meals. Nope. I am smarter than that. I picked hot dogs, and Walmart's rotisserie chicken!
Dinner merely involved heating up some rolls, cutting some veggies, and helping to prepare the plates.
Armageddon. Disaster.
MOANS.
AND
GROANS.
End of the World.
A sous chef in the making!
Yesterday, was Isabella's first day. And yes...I interrupted her in the middle of a chapter!
Today, William missed out on fifteen minutes of basketball time.
In case you were wondering I did not start with difficult meals. Nope. I am smarter than that. I picked hot dogs, and Walmart's rotisserie chicken!
Dinner merely involved heating up some rolls, cutting some veggies, and helping to prepare the plates.
Armageddon. Disaster.
MOANS.
AND
GROANS.
End of the World.
I found this little funny...
I will persevere.
In other words...now they know their allowance is directly dependent upon their joyful participation in this activity.
