How can it be Christmas if you don't have any bake and decorate cookies??
Bree was explaining to her father how much she does NOT like those little red balls.
However a little later on I caught her sneaking one.
She decided she liked them...
...and must cover every square inch of every single cookie she decorated with the red hots.
It wasn't until we were on our last pan of cookies that I discovered something very, very wrong.
Can you spy it?
Jim is frosting cookies while watching football. The kids are 1/2 pound of sprinkles to their cookies. All in all everything seems as it should, right?
Lets zoom into the Christmas tree in the corner, shall we?
And there hanging on the tree are the aprons that I spent all of naptime making as a surprise for my children.
Oh well. Its the thought that counts anyways, right?
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