Cookies, Cookies, and More Cookies

Hamilton loves being in the kitchen (which in our open-concept place is pretty much part of the living room and dining room...we call it all "the other room"). He also fancies himself an amateur chef. He will confidently declare that we need "1 cup flour and one egg" for pancakes--which is actually correct, though incomplete.


My sister Mariam, who also loves being in the kitchen, had the brilliant idea of bringing over some cookie ingredients on a recent visit. She and Hamilton mixed, rolled, and cut to their hearts' content.

...and of course someone needed to do some quality control on the taste. Please don't ask why he's on the counter. I really don't know. I do know that he has been crossing his ankles like that since he was a baby. It's his trademark move, but not really relevant here, so let's move on.


Fast forward a few weeks...and Hamilton gets another chance to perfect his cookie making skills. This time, his partners were Emily and Allison (cousins from Texas). Hamilton was intermittently interested, mostly towards the end when there was opportunity for sampling.

Checking the progress

Hands-on Time

"I think I can get that bit of frosting, Mom. Please don't wipe my face."

The finished product