This boy is somebody’s baby

The Meister

My heart.

My baby.

He’s the only child I’ve given birth to and the only one I ever will.  You know how I feel right?  Your kids are born and you finally know love.  Your heart explodes with joy.  You would do anything for them.

I think people tend to forget that other people’s kids are somebody’s baby. They roll their eyes, sigh, and generally act annoyed when a child causes an inconvenience to them.  They throw a fit in the theater, they pee in the play place at McDonalds, they are those kids in the restaurant.  Whatever their behavior they are still somebodies baby.

My child causes an inconvenience to a lot of parents on a daily basis.  He has severe food allergies, specifically peanuts and tree nuts.  He’s the reason you can’t bring peanut butter cookies for treats at school.  He’s the kid with the mom who will ask a million and one questions about the food you are serving your birthday party and then ask “hey are you comfortable with me leaving this life saving device that you may or may not need to inject him with all the while calling 911 as he’s trying not to die on your living room floor?”  He’s my baby.  I need him to be safe.  I need him to live through your birthday party.  Extreme?  Not really.  Have you seen your child turn blue while their throat closes shut?  Have you slammed an Epi-Pen into your child’s thigh all the while praying they don’t die?  I have.  I never ever want to do it again.

I have had people roll their eyes at me when I ask to check the ingredients in the birthday cupcakes.  I have had them tell me, “Oh just one bite won’t hurt him.”  His own grandmother once said “if you give him a little bit each day he’ll grow out of it.”  Um, no he won’t.  He’ll die thankyouverymuch.

Thankfully those assholes are few and far between. I have encountered some wonderful wonderful people out there.  They are so understanding. So willing to comply with my crazy requests.  They get it.  They know.  He’s my baby.  Even when he looks like this…

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I am not a Christmas cookie girl.  Let me clarify, I like to eat them, but I don’t like to bake them. My deep dark secret is I can’t really bake cookies.  I usually suck at it.  They almost never turn out.   Due to Meister’s allergies I can’t just go to the store and buy a bunch of beautifully decorated cookies. I just couldn’t feel safe feeding them to him.  I mean, he looks good in blue shirts, but not when his face is blue from anaphylaxis.   

So, I got by with no Christmas cookies for the first 5 years of Meister’s life.  You don’t miss what you don’t know, right?  Well last year was our first Christmas with the Hubs and Miss Thang.  They wanted  needed the Christmas cookies.  It was tradition.  It was what you do at Christmas.  So I conceded.  I screwed up a batch or two.  I may have cried and stomped my feet.  Just sayin…Then I remembered the cookies from one of my favorite blogs.  Bake at 350 is all about decorating beautiful cookies.  This gal knows her cookies and I was sure she’d have a good recipe.  She did!  It worked!  I actually baked cookies and they actually turned out!  We decorated and ate them.  They were awesome!  They stood up to the handling during frosting and such.  To top it all off, they tasted so good!  Buttery and yummy!  Here is the recipe. We omitted the almond extract and they were just fine.

Fast forward to this year.  It’s cookie time baby!  I got out the recipe.  I made the dough.  We rolled, we cut, we baked.  The kids will frost today, but I got to do a little frosting all by myself last night.  I think I have found my calling.  No?  pssst-it’s Ralphie in his bunny suit and the “Major Award”

(please excuse the crappy lighting and my lack of super expensive camera.  I just have to make do with my old junk.  HA!)