In the past, Dad has always made the cookies, and we just helped, but lately he has feared when he dies, no cookies would be made so I have been learning this trade too. It is definitely hard to please everyone, some like thin others like em thick (thanks Dad and Jesse) and I can see how there is a lot of pressure. But I just love holiday baking, it gets you so in the spirit of things.
While some of the girls helped me, Dad put our tree. I know, we have gone fake. That is one of the saddest things, but we just can't get a real tree to last long enough for us. Luckily, Peyton slept during most of this or the house would have been an even bigger mess. It was just the four girls decorating, usually is, but this year it was light out and that made it feel weird. Ours definitely isn't the prettiest tree on the block, it is a whole mish mash of stuff but it is a sentimental tree.
Peyton, did eventually wake up and decided to contribute in is own way, touching every light bulb and pulling off ornaments. He has broken one so far, we tried moving them up higher but his reach is incredible.
Later that evening we decorated the cookies and P helped us with that too. I swear he is so like me, without any encouragement or seeing anyone else do it, he took a cookie with no frosting, started to eat it, decided it needed a lil somethin else and then dunked it into the bowl of frosting. He did this repeatedly until we decided his sugar intake was enough!
Our sprinkle girl, Alesha, working in the assembly line and texting!
The steps of a thief- take cookie, dunk cookie, enjoy cookie! He does look pretty adorable in his Christams pjs for a crook!
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