I have always had a slight heart attack when my kids got anywhere close to the kitchen while I was cooking. I was so worried that they would get cut, burnt, or flattened by pots and pans. As my oldest starts to get more curious, I see my kitchen as less of a danger zone.
He just turned 3 a few months ago and is a picky eater. He would eat peanut butter and jelly for every meal if I let him. Unfortunately for him, I'm the type of mom that cooks one meal and if you don't eat it, then you don't eat at all. I recently noticed that he gets excited to eat whatever I'm cooking as long as he's had a hand in making it.
I still make sure to keep him away from the stove, but he helps me get the ingredients ready. No matter what I'm making, I can find some way for him to get excited about helping. Usually it is simple things like stirring or pouring ingredients into bowls from the measuring cups, but he can't wait to tell everyone we know that he helped make the meal.
He never used to eat chicken and dumplings, but last week I had him help me roll the dough in flour and he thought that was the best job ever. He even had to call my mom to tell her that he was helping. I was more than excited when he ate every bite on his plate that night.
It might be more time consuming and messy, but having my "little helper" in the kitchen is worth it. We're having fun bonding time and he's finally eating more than PB&J. Seeing him beam with pride makes me want to bake all day.
By Guest Blogger Dee from Two of a Kind Working on a Full House