Here is a photo montage of the morning's festivities...
Since we had never done this before, I wanted to guarantee our success. For starters, I opted for Pillsbury. You can always count on the dough boy.
Next, I helped Tyler get all set up in his highchair. He had an excellent view of all the action, and he was pleased to play with his Tupperware seal, egg dipper, and funnel. Those are not your average baby toys, you know. It was sure to buy me some time.
This is the face of sheer concentration.
Sneaking a bite before they are baked?
While they browned their edges to golden, Tucker practiced the art of oven mits.
Finally, the timer rang, and the cookies were ready to come out of the oven. But to Tucker's sheer disappointment, we still could not eat them. So hard to be patient.
At last, they were cool enough to devour.
Tucker got to be the official taste tester, fully equipped with his sippy cup of milk.
Tyler was no longer pleased with this plan. With all of Tucker's mm-mm-mmm-ing over his delicious cookies, he was wishing he had more teeth so he could have a cookie of his own. The Tupperware and even the light-up, twirly Nemo toy could not distract him from what he was missing out on.
Sorry, kiddo. Your turn will come. In the meantime, save room for some pureed sweet potatoes for lunch. I can hear your tastebuds already.
So, the verdict is in: The Cookies were a Success.
Just think: next month, we can do them with shamrocks in the middle.
You better place your cookie orders now, ladies and gentlemen.
We're gonna be big.