Baking with my 3 year old was not something I had any intention of doing anytime soon. I know of other moms who occasionally let their kids help them bake cookies, but it always seemed to me to be a bigger pain than it was worth.
But couple month ago I had a lunch play date with my lovely friend Ingrid. I was a little apprehensive about meeting at a Chic-fil-a play place because the only other time we had ever been to one, it ended with him at the very tippy top of the play tunnel, refusing to come down. The horror of having to climb up through the clausterphobic, gooey tunnels to drag him down is not something easily forgotten. But I decided that 6 months was a long enough banishment and to give him another chance.
While our children played, we got to catch up and I got to vent about how my once amazing eater has digressed into a ridiculously picky one. She recommended a book called Bringing up Bebe.
Im so glad she did. The basic premise of the book is that an American journalist in Paris notices some pretty big differences between American and French children. She sets out to figure out why French babies almost unanimously sleep through the night by 8 weeks, have good manners, and even eat pretty much anything their parents eat. In France, there are no special kids menus at every restaurant.
I really loved the book and a new perspective. I was shocked to learn that in France its pretty normal for a three year old to bake with very little supervision.
After reading about the confidence it helps foster, I decided to accept that it might be a huge mess and give it a try anyway. I even used the French Yogurt Cake recipe she mentioned in the book.
So on a cold Sunday morning I gathered the ingredients and let Oliver and my niece Sia bake. They were really into it and had so much fun. It really wasn’t anywhere near the disaster I thought it would be. There was very little mess and it was nice to have an engaging, positive activity with these littles. Im definitely be doing more baking with my little guy. My favorite part was that while Oliver swears he doesn’t like raspberries, after baking with them, he actually gave them a try.