I am constantly amazed by the differences between Robby and Timmy. When Robby was two he was a proud assistant baker in the kitchen, handily cracking eggs, unwrapping butter sticks and carefully sprinkling colored sugar on cookies. Despite numerous attempts at recreating my baking memories, Timmy has shown no interest in helping me in the kitchen. If given the opportunity, Hamlet would throw the eggs on the cat, sprinkle the sugar into his mouth and run around the house holding sticks of melting butter hostage.
The learning tower, which Robby
artfully utilized to help me in the kitchen, is frequently disassembled
and stowed in the corner because Timmy uses it to climb onto the
counters, to reach the water dispenser on the refrigerator or to play in
the sink. Even though we have yet to be successful, I have not fully
abandoned my baking ambitions. Yesterday afternoon I think I discovered a
way to intrigue Timmy to participate rather than to just create chaos
when we are in the kitchen.
When Robby came home from school
yesterday he surprised me by asking if he could bake some cookies. I
agreed, handed him the recipe book and watched him get to work. Timmy,
seeing his brother at the counter, froze and watched intently. I sensed
an opportunity to reintroduce the fun of baking cookies, so I pulled out
the learning tower and set it up near Robby. Timmy climbed up and
intently watched everything his brother was doing, frantically trying to
help with each step. Robby was a surprisingly patient teacher, allowing
his little brother to help unwrap the butter and handle the eggs.
much too busy to help, Timmy was attentive and patient. I think he was
just so delighted to be spending time with Robby that he wasn't going to
risk running Robby off by misbehaving. As I watched with my heart
bursting with love, my boys worked together and whipped up what turned
out to be the best cookies I have ever tasted. I might just have a new
baker in the house!