Baking Christmas Cookies with a Little Elf

You guys.

I am so behind on blogging.

I have a folder in iPhoto titled "Blog" and there are so many pictures in there. Every time I think about sitting down to write a post, I put it off because making decisions with the crazy pace of the holidays seems daunting.

But we baked Christmas cookies yesterday, and it was surprisingly a lot of fun! I had hemmed and hawed about whether or not to include B in this year's holiday baking; the desire to create memories won out.

(As a side note: I really want there to be another "w" in "hawed." Just so there's some parallelism between "hemmed" and "hawed." #Englishteacherproblems)

After we were done with the cookies, we spent an extraordinary amount of time washing hands ... and a little face. Decorating cookies with a toddler means that more cookie and icing ends up inside the toddler's mouth than you expect, sneaky little goober!

Surprisingly, although he must have had more sugar coursing through his system than he has ever had in his entire life, he took a solid nap. Long enough for me to run to the DPS to surrender my NY license and get a TX one.

Sniff.

I feel like I'm still saying goodbye to my old life.

After his nap, we walked over to our neighbors' (the ones who have two little boys, brought us cookies and welcomed us to the neighborhood when we first moved in) with cookies for the boys.

Baking cookies and giving gifts makes it feel more like Christmas.

Even though it's still close to the 70s and I have yet to wear a coat.