I am a pretty decent cook, if I can toot my own horn here, but baking has been an elusive skill. It requires some precision, whether it's measuring ingredients or putting them together in a specific order, and that's not my strong suit.
When baking cupcakes recently, I accidentally switched the mixer from the off position directly to high speed on one big jerk. It sent a huge cloud of flour flying toward me. Another time, I made a pie crust from scratch and ended up dropping half of it on the floor when transferring it out of the pan. Did I mention I'm not a good at this baking thing?
Despite these and other disasters, Kellan and I have been baking at least once a week. He loves standing on a chair, mixing his own bowl of flour and water. It gets tricky when he wants to crack an egg or shake out an entire container of cinnamon, but I'll happily clean up his mess if it keeps him happy. Clearly, I'm not that tidy myself. The best part of our persistence is that we've had a few successes! This week's banana bread was actually good!
My mom took a cake decorating class when I was in first grade. That was awesome! My brother and I would hover over her creations like two little vultures when she'd bring them home. She would also make us the coolest birthday cakes on the block. So even though I may not be able to bake like my mom, I'm trying my best to create some good memories for my son, even if it means getting flour thrown in my face.