"How long now, Mummy?"
I've caught the 'homemade' bug. I've joined a furniture upcycling course, I'm growing my own fruit and we make our own bread from scratch (albeit in a breadmaker, does it still count?) I've been so inspired by the Great British Bake off this year that I even thought that this Christmas Jack and I could give some home made biscuits as gifts. Well. I am in no way the best baker in the world. I'm not even good. So I thought I had better start practicing right now if I was going to improve my baking to gifting standard! Plus, I was looking forward to trying out my new Gingerbread man and Christmas cookie cutters from Dotcomgiftshop. Jack helped to cut them out, and was most disappointed to find out they had to be baked before we could decorate them. 15 minutes (not including cooling time) seemed like an eternity to the wee chap. Finally came the fun part. Clearly Jack does not concur with the theory 'less is more'. Oh jeekers, did he make a mess. And what a rascal he was. For every sugar ball placed on a cookie, he insisted on eating one.
We also made our family out of gingerbread! Check us out. We're not to scale. Obviously. That would be terrifying. Unfortunately Mummy biscuit met an untimely demise...
After fishing Jack's cookies out of a mound of sprinkles and sugar balls, we parceled them up this cute little gift box as an early Christmas present to cheer up Granda Bill who is in hospital at the minute. However, I'm pretty sure they should include a health warning. Like, don't eat any more than one at once... or any at all. Unless you want to slip into a diabetic coma. Note to self: provide less choice of sugary toppings next time. I'm still a bit jittery. And Jack has been bouncing off the walls all day.
Jack was wearing the wooly jester long sleeve tee sent to us by one of our smashing sponsors, Opus. 'Creative clothing for creative children' like my little baker here. Thanks guys!