Now, that Mr.Freddy is old enough to help me to bake, our kitchen has always been shambolic. The grubby kitchen with cluttered flour everywhere. But I am not complaining though. I know it's a lot of cleaning up after cooking but I don't care. As a matter of fact, I am blissful when I see my son take joy in cooking. It's my pleasure to be his mom spending time doing this kind of good activity with him.
So, yes, the spirit of holidays are here already, Mr.Freddy and I baked gingerbread boy cookies and decorated them. It was a merry day. But how I wish weekends are longer than weekdays so I can lavishly do more baking with my son.