Christmas Eve was perfect. We had lunch with my dad, brother and his family at Olive Garden. Then we came home and took a big, carb induced nap. At this point I had a head cold for two days and just wanted to sleep. I was so tired and achy. We didn't make it to church but we did find the energy to make cookies for Santa.
Addison wanted star cookies so I decided to try rolling out the dough and using actual cookie cutters. We had so much fun cutting the stars (snowflakes), gingerbread men, and flowers.
And then this happen. This is what I get for venturing out and not going with my usual break and bakes.
In the end we got about 4 good gingerbread men and a couple of chocolate chip cookies from the "just in case" dough I had in the refrigerator. Most of the carrots on the plate had to be replenished because the girls ate them. And the milk had to be refilled 2 times. The carrots made them thirsty I guess.
The girls were so excited for Santa. Addison was convinced that he wouldn't come if she was awake so there wasn't much fight at bedtime. They had sweet dreams and Michael and I worked our Santa magic.
*I love how my Gator ornament shines in the background. Total accident.
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