Sometimes, when one of us is cooking dinner, we happen to be the one my daughter wants to play with. Rather than constantly telling her we are busy, maybe later, the other day, we decided we would try to let her participate in cooking the meal. We happened to be making a lentil soup, so Ms. Kaz decided to let our daughter scoop the lentils into a bowl.
Let me tell you, my daughter thought this was the greatest thing and talked about it the rest of the night, and at daycare, and for the next day or so.
We thought, now that she can do a lot more than she used to, it might be nice, and might be fun to get her involved. Besides, she would definitely want to eat the lentils since she helped prepare them, right?
Uh… no. She didn’t touch ’em (she used to love them when she was younger). But she did talk about them.
Of course, now she has to have her own little bowl of dried lentils to scoop and pour and play with (“wanna play lentils with me, mommy?”). But not eat (“can’t eat lentils. not boiled yet!”).
She is very careful playing with them. And I think it would be nice to get her more involved in the meal process. But I don’t know if she’s ready for too much yet. Her coordination and following orders instructions skills aren’t quite there yet.
I do look forward to the day she and I can get up early on a weekend and make breakfast for my wife.
On a somewhat related dinner note – after spending a bunch of time last month with my in-laws, my daughter now has to “bang glasses” with us whenever we have wine (don’t worry, she just has a plastic cup filled with water). She’s getting better at it…