Confessions of a perfectionist

Sometimes I think that being a bit of a perfectionist does not bode well with motherhood.  For example...

I decided it would be fun to make Halloween sugar cookies with the kids today.  I had this vision of us rolling out, cutting, and decorating these adorable, yummy cookies.  And we did.  However, I forgot about that perfectionist thing. 

#1. Mixing.  Natalie wanted to add all the ingredients to the bowl, which I let her do.  But I did find myself panicking on the inside a bit because she kept coming awefully close to spilling a bit outside of the bowl.  Heaven forbid.  I managed to calm myself down and let her work. 

#2.  Rolling.  Natalie wanted to roll out the dough.  She even had her own little rolling pin.  Sure, no problem.  Until I watched her start to roll.  She was trying so hard, but it was so lumpy and bumpy and getting paper thin in places while others were still an inch thick.  I couldn't handle it.  I very nicely told her that I would roll out the dough for her and she could cut.

#3.  Cutting.  Kelton decided to join in at this point.  I showed them how to wiggle the cookie cutter just a bit after they cut the cookies so that it separates the cookie from the dough a bit.  Well, Kelton got slightly carried away with the wiggling part.  Alarms started going off in my head because the cookies were getting a bit distorted.  Because everyone knows that you can't have lopsided sugar cookies.  Heaven forbid.  I tried to calm myself down.  Then Natalie placed a cookie cutter right in the center of a large area of nice smooth dough and cut out a cookie instead of placing the cookie cutter at the edge and fitting it in as closely as possible to the other cookies.  I think I actually gasped out loud a bit.  She didn't do it again.

#4.  Frosting.  I knew this one was going to be trouble.  So I prepared the best I could.  Frosting sugar cookies is hard.  I'm not even that great at it.  And I must say, Natalie did a pretty good job.  I was thankful that Kelton didn't want to try.  But I will say that when I would look over and see this...

it would take every ounce of self control to not reach over and smooth it out with a little more frosting.  But I never did.  I just took really deep breaths and, well... tried not to look.  Oh, and this cookie is a haunted house that Natalie wanted to decorate like a candy corn.

So there you have it.  I am crazy.  I need rehab for perfectionist mothers trying to raise kids who will hopefully not pick up their crazy mother's perfectionist ways.  :)

We really did have a lot of fun making cookies.  Natalie was very proud of her creations.  It is fun to see how much she likes to create things--just like me.  She loves making things and painting and things like that.  Which is why she had so much fun decorating cookies.  (And she had no idea that her mother was employing deep breathing techniques right next to her in the meantime. Kidding.  Sort of.)

Here are our finished cookies--which I may or may not have eaten like four of tonight.  We have spider webs, ghosts (which are sideways in the picture) moons that look a lot like happy bananas, candy corns, pumpkins, cats, haunted houses, and a couple of maple leaves.