I have a confession that makes me sound like a horrible mother, but here it is:
I don’t really like baking with my kids. Shhhh…
I SO WISH my mom was still here (for a multitude of reasons, of course) so I could ask her if she actually liked baking with me and my siblings when we were little. Because it was, from my perspective, always fun. So either she really liked it, or she did a darn good job of faking it.
Anyway, for the first time this year, I let the boys help with cutting out the sugar cookies in addition to icing some (as always, I only let them frost the ones they get to eat; if they’re going to neighbors or for me to eat, I take care of that ). The cutting out part was a little stressful, but overall, much more fun than I’d envisioned.
Plus, we cut them out one day, I baked them the next, and they frosted them the next. Spacing it out made it much better, too!