Cook your way into his heart...while that used to be the way to catch a husband, it's also a way to cement the love of a 4-year-old boy. Stimulating the orfactory nerves, piquieing the sense of smell, is one of the surest way to imprint memories on the mind and this phemonena is alive and well at 542 Hartford Pike.
For a number of years now I have had Fridays off from work. While I use the day to catch up on cleaning, errands, finances, crafting with Owen, and all-around-personal time, I make it a point to bake...something. I admit that I love the baking process, the smell of goodies baking, the fact that the whole house smells lovely for hours afterward, and the site of a small boy following his nose to the kitchen to ask, "what are you making Mom?" and "when will it be ready to eat?"
I didn't realize until recently how much Owen loved my baking and how much baking was part of his weekly routine until after a long Friday of running errands and playing in the afternoon sun of an unseasonably warm early April afternoon, Owen asked, "why didn't you bake anything today Mom?" I was initially surprised by his question, and explained that we just got so busy and it was so nice to be outside, that I didn't have a chance. I assured him that since the next day was Saturday and another day off, I'd have time to do some baking. He was satisfied with the answer and I was filled with the satisfaction that my son, and soon my daughter, will have lasting memories of their mother being at home and baking on Fridays.
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