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Classic Bayba |
Dylan was two when Noah went to kindergarten, so we had several years of the two of us at home full time before he started full day school. His nickname back then was Bayba, shortened from Baby D, shortened from Baby Dylan. I learned early on that he would be VERY happy for a long stretch if I backed a step stool up to the sink and filled it with warm water and tons of dish soap so Bayba could play with the "bubbies." Gradually that moved into giving him a piece of tupperware to 'clean' (very clean.) And, eventually, we started cooking together. I started assigning him simple cooking chores, like chopping onions. KIDDING. In truth, we baked a lot. I'd have him measure out a teaspoon of salt, or scoop out flour with the measuring cup, or mix cookie dough with a wooden spoon. Dylan is a very methodical person and he enjoys the precision of baking. He learned, over time, that if you go wild with the spoon the flour goes flying. He learned to mix the ingredients by inverting instead of swirling. He learned how to use a hand mixer. He learned the smell of vanilla and how to crack an egg. And gradually I moved from coaching to observing.
And now? At age 13? He is the chief baker in the house.
Start early.
Accept imperfection.
Savor the rewards!
Accept imperfection.
Savor the rewards!
I love this, I've seen him in action and he's awesome.. Yay for Bayba..... xoxo
ReplyDeleteI don't think you had to accept a whole lot of imperfection from that guy. As long as I've know him, which is a very long time, he's been agreeable, helpful, and funny. In short, awesome!
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