Baker

Sometimes baking with children can be infuriating. I have ideas about how things should be – especially things like how the cookie should be shaped, and Kidlet has her own ideas. We butt heads – she sometimes refuses to read things from the ingredients list or pretend she can’t find something because she can’t be bothered. I’m probably a bit yelling and militant in the kitchen.

We are forever arguing about tying her hair up because long, loose hair is a hazard.

But we make some bloody good cakes and cookies and pies together and I am sure she is getting something from all this, yes? Apart from Mummy can be yelly and won’t let me lick everything, all the time.

 

Plaits

Hello, it’s me again. Two in one day. It’s as if I am exploding with the drawing. I can’t stop, I won’t stop. I want to draw so many things but there are many lines and too few hours. Got to prioritize. I did this drawing this evening because it was important. I am so close to finishing a large work but I am also little burnt out from an emotional week. Drawings of my daughter are always a joy and I don’t need to think about anything other than my loves when doing this. That’s the priority.