Weston, Nicholas and I decided to bake our cookies for Christmas today.
Doesn't this look like an army of cookie soldiers? Is there anything better in this world than the sight and smell of freshly baked cookies? Yummmm!
Of course we had to know the whereabouts of Muffy, our Beagle dog, at all times. Baked goods are one of her favorite snacks to swipe off the counter while no one is looking. See my post titled: Like Children, Like Dog to read about Muffy's cornbread charade.
Surprisingly, Nicholas was not interested in hanging around while I was baking. This is unbelievably unusual for a child diagnosed with PWS. He disappeared upstairs with his backpacks and Garfield DVD.
This was a good thing, It gave me a chance to wrap up the cookie treats and lock them out of sight. Nicholas will definitely become interested later and could... like Muffy, eat all of them while no one is watching.
One of the dangers of living with someone diagnosed with PWS is that enjoyable events like baking cookies can be deadly. Cookies must be quickly wisked away to prevent behavioral meltdowns or life threatening overeating. Living with PWS is horrible. Imagine living with a disease where baked cookies left unattended could cause a child to die?
It is very rare that I bake anything, ever.
We decided this year that we would bake cookies to give to the many paraprofessionals that assist my children at school. There are speech therapists, physical therapists, occupational therapists, behaviorists, social workers, and special ed teachers...too many to count. All of who contribute to improving the lives of my children. Too many to buy for....so cookies it is. Baked and quickly hidden out of sight.
Of course, it's probably a good thing that I do hide the cookies...since chocolate chip cookies are also one of my husband Pete's favorite treats.
I don't know who's worse....Muffy, Nicholas or Pete?
It's probably a good thing the cookies look like soldiers.