Two years ago, I started a blog. Not this one. Another one. I say that now because I remember that one of my first posts on that blog was pictures taken from our annual holiday cookie-making. And it’s funny that I say “our” because it’s really my wonderful neighbor. You may have seen her around here. I know you’ve seen her adorable daughters. Every Christmas, she takes all the kids on the street, to join her own two, and makes fun cookies. They do it all. Rolling. Shaping. Cooking. And most importantly, decorating.
Sometimes she has actual pastry chefs to help her. This year, it was just me and another neighbor mom. A step down from last year. And I don’t think I helped much as I assigned myself the “official photographer” task. Sometimes it’s so good to have this gig.
There were my four kids, a friend of one of my kids, my neighbor’s little girls, and another neighbor’s little girls. By now, she has it down to a science. The whole thing runs like a well-oiled machine. She has counter space galore, so all the kids are set up with their own “space.” They each get their own rolling pins, their own cookie cutters, their own dough, their own flour. In case you didn’t know this, girls bicker. A lot. We try really hard to make everything VERY uniform so there is less of that.
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The kids always have a blast. This year, the little ones joined the big ones.
It’s like play-dough except you can eat it! From a three-year-old perspective, what could be better?
Even the VERY young joined in. How cute is this little girl? Love her. This reminds me of some kind of pose ~ “she can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan…”
Don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of work involved.
And sometimes, the dough hits the floor.
I didn’t say they were neat.
I did draw the line when the three-year-old cute little girl, in an attempt to clean the floor, started picking up all the fallen dough, and then doing what any good baker would do, rolling it back into the dough.
Yuck. Hope I caught that in time.
There was some frustration. Here is B saying, “oh no, I messed up again.” He’s got a bit of perfectionist in him.
Can’t wait to try some!
A great day all around. Decorating tomorrow.
Stay tuned.
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That was really messy fun.