The Buckleys: Making cookies with Mom

Monday, June 15, 2009

Making cookies with Mom

Sunday afternoon Eleanore helped me make cookies. It was really fun, she helped me put the ingredients in the mixer and liked watching it all get blended together.

Then she helped me make balls and throw them on the tray.

The best part? Of course, eating the final product!

It is fun spending time with my little buddy -- she is becoming a great little helper. She likes to follow instructions and is good at following through on single-instruction tasks like throwing things in the garbage, putting toys in the toy box, putting her shoes in her drawer and putting her dirty clothes in the hamper. I sure love my little girl!

8 comments:

* Nancy * said...: She is growing up too fast! But how fun to watch her learn to do those tasks that are very important.
I loved the pictures!

p.s.
Our love goes out to you and Bryan's family for the passing of his grandma.
Your bowling pics look like such fun, Gabe has been asking us to go.; June 16, 2009 at 12:35 PM
Kim said...: YUMMY! I love her cute little dress.; June 16, 2009 at 5:35 PM
Ashley said...: Wow she is getting so smart and grown up. I just think of the post you did with her helping you make cinnamon rolls and she was in the baby carrier. Big difference! Wish I could have tried that finished product:-); June 19, 2009 at 10:20 AM
Sarah said...: This reminded me of that cinnamon roll post, too. How fun! Making cookies with mom is probably one of the most fun activities for kids, I think.; June 19, 2009 at 2:19 PM
Joanna said...: How fun. I think having my kids help me is very rewarding, very wholesome. Eleanore is so cute! I bet you got some yummy dough between the fingers when she helped you make the balls. Cant wait to see you guys.; June 20, 2009 at 8:46 AM
Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: Hey, I recognize that dress!! I can't believe it FINALLY fits...wow, the time has flown! I can't believe El is old enough to be a helper in the kitchen either. Your patience is definitely longer than mine, it's all I can do to include the 4 & 6 yr. old in the cooking, much less the 1 yr.old!! I guess this is a good reminder not to live out the little guy.; June 20, 2009 at 1:42 PM
Josh said...: Super cute!! That dress is adorable. Its so sweet that she likes to help. love you, miri; June 25, 2009 at 6:56 PM
Celeste said...: VERY Fun! Our kids love making cookies too. But, I think they love it because they get to lick the beaters :); July 1, 2009 at 11:07 PM

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I want to remember it like this...

October 2010:

Both Ivy and Maya say "Dada." Maya says in her growly voice a very clear, "DAD!" They are growing up too fast.

Eleanore likes to look in the mirror next to our table while we are eating dinner and she'll often talk to her reflection. She'll say things like "Who are you?" Yesterday she said, "Bananas smell good. Dirty socks don't smell good."

Eleanore dressed up like a fairy and announced "I am a Fairy Gospel."

In preperation for Halloween, Eleanore has been talking about all the things she could be and pretending to be many different Halloween-like characters including a nice witch and a mean witch. The nice witch laughs like this "HaHaHa" (high pitched and smiling. The mean witch laughs like this "HeHeHe" (low voice and scowl).

September 2010:

A friend of my mine stopped by to visit and she had her friend's son, Adam, with her. Throughout our hour-long visit Eleanore kept repeating "Adam was a prophet, first one that we know..." over and over. I kind of felt bad for the boy (who incidently is not a member of our church and doesn't know that Primary song), but it was pretty funny.

Eleanore has picked up on a few phrases that I use...that I think I picked up from my pops. "I'm exasperated." and "Oh Fiddlesticks." The latter really makes me think of my Dad.

After Bryan brushed Eleanore's hair she turned and said, "Thanks, Sweetie!"

August 2010:

Out of the blue (during a converstation lull...the girl doesn't like silence) Eleanore will often suggest, "Let's chat!"

Eleanore announces. "I know Portuguese." We ask, "Really, what?" "Portuguese!"

My new name: "Momster." Sometimes, even "Momsterarooski."

Eleanore loves to give giant hugs (just what they sound like), big smackarooskis (big kisses), and little mouse hugs (whe touches my shoulder with both hands and then busts up laughing).

July 2010:

Walking outside, Eleanore began narrating: "It was a beautiful summer day..."

A few months ago a man in our ward fell of the roof. We were talking about it because we were going to bring them dinner, and haven't really talked about it since. Today when El woke up from her nap she whispered, "Mom, someone fell off the roof." I asked who, totally not knowing what she was talking about. "Brother Dumm." She announced. It was actually a man named Brother Barrett, but Brother Dumm was sick at the same time and Bryan went to visit him the same day. What a memory she has.

June 2010:

I often tell Eleanore that if we watch too much TV our brains will get mushy. The other day I told her it was time to turn off the TV and she said, "Yes, my hair is mushy."

I told Eleanore that the babies didn't feel good. She said, "Mom, when I'm a grown up I can be a doctor and take care of them."

Eleanore asked what "No problem" means. I told her it meant you'd be glad to do it. Since then, I asked her if she would like to finger paint, she replied, "I'd be glad to do it." I got the same response when I asked if she wanted a piece of candy.

May 2010:

"[Ivy] is a precious girl. I feel that in my heart," Eleanore after kissing Ivy.

"My hair is not a toy Mom," Eleanore to Mom after sitting through three attempts at French braids.

"It's hard being a big sister," Eleanore.

"I love you, I love you, I really, really love you," Eleanore singing very seriously and loudly.

Eleanore asked to watch a t.v. show called Max and Ruby, I told her, "No, I don't like that show. " She responded, " Then you go away and I'll watch it. I like it."

January 2010:

"Babies poop a lot," Eleanore to Mom as I changed yet another diaper. "Babies cry a lot," Eleanore to Mom about five minutes later.