Cookie Taster

So, I would like someone to remind me that I am a mother to a very tempermental child who does not appreciate being told no and given rules and boundaries. It's like I am an abused wife that keeps going back for more expecting different results. OK that might be a little extreme, but in my defense, Henry has developed an affliction for hitting his mama.

Over the weekend, I got the wild hair that Henry and I should go to Grandma's and make cookies for christmas. I'm all about starting traditions with my son that involve food and family. What's more to love than that combination. I apparantly forgot that I had given birth to godzilla child, and from the time we arrived to the time we left, Henry was in rare bear-like form. It's really the whining and hitting that get me. Seriously, kid, your mother is NOT a punching bag!

I did manage to capture a few sweet moments Henry had with his grandma. He LOVES this woman to pieces!

Note: After Henry put the dough in the pan, he ate the entire section of dough, raw! Gross, I know. He's OK and hasn't suffered any lasting damage...Oh wait, maybe that's why the godzilla, helicopter arms, whining brat still inherits my sweet little boys body.