My family came over to bake Christmas cookies today. We made many cookies in many kinds. How many? Who knows? We've never made a serious effort to count, and when we try, the discussion goes like this:
"Well, there's 9 dozen-- so, that's how many?"
"That whole tray is broken, so don't count those."
"Do we count the ones we eat?"
"Wait-- you messed me up-- let me count again."
"How many? We CAN'T have made that many!"
So, that took pretty much the whole day... But, along the way, Grandpa took the kids swimming at the gym... And, then, Daddy took the kids to see the movie "Frozen."
Oh, and some of our favorite people stopped by:
They were less inconspicuous when they visited us. One even had a shiny, new ring to show.
We also got the Christmas tree lit. Then, the kids put on the decorations.
Shortly after this happened, the Christmas tree fell over onto Little One. She is fine, but cried and cried because she was so scared by my scream and both Todd and I running to the rescue. Also, in my haste, I spilled Diet Coke all over the carpeting. The tree is back up, the floor is clean, and we made a new plan to put ornaments on both sides of the tree.
Plus, my dad fixed the outdoor nativity scene so the angel lights up just like the others. Where is the Lord? Just ask Madeline: "Baby Jesus isn't borned yet!"