Today we went to a friend’s house to decorate Christmas cookies. For the past few years I have hosted a gingerbread decorating party and I must say this year it was kind of nice just to show up for it. It was interesting to watch the boys as they decorated their cookies. They each had their own distinct style.
Isaac iced his flat cookie in less than a minute, put on both kinds of sprinkles and sat back to wait for whatever came next. Decorating the Christmas tree was a bit more appealing and engaged him a bit longer.
Stephen carefully striped his cookie with the red and green icing. He let me do the messy part of icing the cone one section at a time. He arranged the ornaments and promptly ate his creation. He said later he had wanted to save some of his for later. I told him that he could have. His reply, “But I didn’t think about it then!”
Jack is a builder. Not content to follow the expected placement of a single gum drop on top of the tree for the star, he carefully iced and stacked gum drops and an M&M. Undeterred by the comment that the gum drops were perhaps too big to stay on the side of the cone, he applied more icing and stuck them on. Jack is also a saver. Aside from a couple bites of the extra decorations he didn’t eat a bite, but saved both his cookie and his tree for later. I am proud to say when it came time for him to eat it, he joyfully and without prompting from me offered some to his brothers who had devoured their treats already. Isaac even came in to report to me, “Jack gave me more than I thought even. He gave me some candy, some icing, AND a piece of the cone.”
Gabriel relished the event in its entirety. He too did not immediately eat, but studied his cookie and the placement of each piece of candy. He not only studied it but talked about it non-stop. After an hour and forty-five minutes he finally finished decorating and eating all but a few bites of the Christmas tree which he saved for later. It is probably for the best that he took the whole time with his cookies. I don’t think I could have sufficiently removed the icing from his shirt and pants to turn him loose to play in someone else’s house.
I iced Sebastian’s cookie. He carefully picked off as much icing and sprinkles as he could to lick off his fingers, ate about half the cookie and then contentedly played around the table with the toys.
Our afternoon of school went remarkably well. Maybe we should spend every morning decorating cookies.