No matter. I will sew her an apron, right after I get a big project off my sewing machine (more on that in another post).
|helping Mommy make sesame bagels|
Phoebe has entered the classic toddler rage-stage of wanting to do adult things without help and without making mistakes. Oh, how she bellows in rage as she tries to do everything! And she has also been walking around saying, "Don't laugh! Don't laugh, Mom!" By which I take it to mean that she wants to be treated seriously as a contributing member of this household even though her efforts are adorably hilarious. (And in my defense, I don't laugh at her; I think she actually picked up the phrase from Ben and Genevieve's spats and their sensitivity to anyone making fun of them. She likes to repeat what we say these days, too, which is irresistible to her siblings).
My precious little girl. You're a pretty good kitchen chum already and you're not even two years old.