Secret ingredients

Yesterday I was in the mood for either sweets or a desire to be wife of the year by baking, since I haven't done any cooking all week. Humph. Should have just stuck with the plans to do nothing. Pearl and I got out the good ole Kitchen Aid, measuring cups, flour, sugar, oats, measuring spoons, and everything else needed for peanut butter fingers. I gave Pearl her own set of baking utensils and decided to let her help with the dry ingredients. Uh, bad idea for me but great idea for Pearl. After flicking flour, baking soda, and oats on the floor, I decided it would do us all good if Pearl just made her own cookies. So I loaded her up with some extra oats, sugar, sprinkles (red, pink, and chocolate), a few spoons, and turned my back to the mess that followed. She had a great time. I'm not sure what happened to the real "cookies" as Pearl called them because when I went to pull them out of the oven, they sort of slid out of the pan. Urgh. So I kept baking and decided that with enough frosting, no one would notice the mishap. That plan worked ok until today when Jeff wanted a pizza for lunch. Three minutes after turning the oven on there was smoke everywhere! Now I had great intentions of cleaning the oven last night but one, figured we wouldn't use it today and two, didn't have any cleaning stuff for the oven. So I figured I'd clean it on Monday. I'm sure you can imagine Jeff's reaction to the billowing smoke and now stinky house but hey, I thought the treats were pretty good. Guess tomorrow's FHE will be spent scrubbing the oven and eating the rest of the peanut butter fingers.
Hmmm...it doesn't look like it but I really did comb Pearl's hair and scrub her face today.
Baking is such hard work and concentration as you can see by the lip biting.
These are the secret ingredients in Pearl's cookies. Yummy.Pearl kept asking for more "pink" (sprinkles) and when I wouldn't give her anymore, she took matters into her own hands and started finding other baking goods in our cupboards. I'm thinking it wasn't such a good idea to put everything on a shelf she can reach.
I love this picture! For some reason, Pearl liked blowing into her measuring cup but this time the sprinkles turned on her and she blew them into her eyes.
If you think this is bad, you should see the rest of the kitchen floor. Good thing we have a Dyson!