Syd's first baking experience. He is very proud to tell anyone that he poured the milk in all by himself. I didn't touch the glass measuring cup or the glass bowl.
He also cracked the eggs all by himself, though I did have to work some to get a few fragments of shell out of the bowl.
He helped in nearly every capacity, and it was truly "Sydney's Bread" - so much so, that I think we're going to change the title of the Amish Friendship Bread starter and result to "Sydney's Bread." He'll always have that memory to carry with him.
There was more, but I'm at a loss right now to remember it. Shame on Mommy...