...sweet

Last night Jackson and I made cupcakes. He'd been bugging me all day about them so we finally dragged our butts over to the store and I got a box. I normally don't bake, and when I do I bake from scratch but I just didn't feel like it. I didn't totally cheap out though, I used Dr. Oetker's organic mix. It calls for cooking oil, like I guess most box mixes do. But am I the only person who thinks that cooking oil makes baked goods smell and taste fishy? I almost can't stand to eat them. Almost.



It's fun to bake with Jackson. He's really good at doing just about every part of the process with just a little help from me. His favorite job is decorating with sprinkles.



He seems really content when we're doing things together like that, but then he has these moments ... moments that can stretch out for days at a time ... where he's so dissatisfied with everything. Like just a few minutes ago he came up to me and said, "Mommy. I don't like my name." and then put his chin on my arm, sighing heavily, and declared that he was soooo hungry. I know what he's up to. He wants me to take great pity on him and give him another cupcake. Maybe after dinner, kid.