I am not a baker

I just finished baking sugar cookies in the shape of pumpkins with my oldest daughter Ella (who just turned 4 last week). I thought to myself as I was icing them that I might like to take a picture of them and post it on facebook...which spiraled down a long dark and twisty path of overanalyzing and self destructive thinking.... starting with this question... 'Will people think I am bragging about my baking skills? Will they wonder if I stole the idea off of pinterest? Will they only be impressed if I can say that I made them from scratch? Will they think I am tooting my Super Mom horn because I'm implying that I just spent some quality time with my child?...... I know, it's exhausting to be me.  So instead I will post the picture here on my private blog attached with my10 page dissertation on Why I Baked Pumpkin Cookies With My Child Today.
My daughter loves baking... probably because I have groomed her too, but nontheless she loves it. She loves that she knows the needed ingredients even before I read them off the back of the duncan hines cookie mix bag...err. I mean before I recite from memory my great grandmothers home made sugar cookie recipe. She is careful to mix without spilling (too much). She likes to have a little taste of whatever treat we are creating along the way and she is sure to remind me "Mommy, there are raw eggs in it though" as I shovel large globs of raw cookie dough into my mouth I reply "Yes that is true sweetheart and there IS a small chance we will come down with salmonella poisoning...a much greater chance for you then me because I have a stronger immune system but let's live on then wild side...the worst thing that can happen is we will die". Then we smile at each other, shovel on, and  agree that it will be worth it. :)

I am not a baker like I said in the title.  I don't often make desserts from scratch, I google whatever I want to make and go with the recipe that sounds the easiest and that has the least amount of ingredients. I roll cookies with a can of Pam, I ice with my fingers, I use whatever scooby doo leftover sprinkles we have in the back of the cubbard. I don't have a lofty dream of owning my own bakery someday or writing a book on cake pops. I simply love going through the motions of stirring, mixing, rolling, and folding. Of watching my daughter take pride in pouring in the flour without spilling. I love talking to my daughter as we create something together.  She often leans in and kisses my shoulder or my arm while we bake which makes me believe that she loves this time with me almost as I much as I love it with her. 
We have so far made cake pops (one time successfully and one time disastrously), doughnuts, acorn doughnut holes, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, apple crisp, and jello (you can be impressed).
I wonder how long she will like doing this with me...I hope it's forever and I hope I get to carry this trandition on with her children. 

So here are our pumpkin cookies.....don't you feel like an asshole for judging me before you read this?