Some children can't wait to get up for Saturday morning cartoons or for Christmas presents, but for Alex it is cooking. Friday night, he made Jenny promise not to start cooking before he was awake, but "allowed" her to set the table if she so wished.
At 6:15, with his eyes still closed, Alex sprinted, like a drunken sailor, from Michael's bedroom to the kitchen, clutching baby and three of his bears. For the next few hours, Alex prepped, baked, iced, mixed and planned his first communion luncheon. The three bears were with him the entire time, traveling from the island to the counter and back again over the morning. After all, who better to tell Alex that this dough was too lumpy, his cake too warm and this amount of icing was just right.
RAP (5.16.2008)
P.S. I should have chosen an image where the bears are visible. They are in the barstools watching diligently in this shot.
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