Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve morning was reserved for finishing our shopping; we were and still remain the King and Queen of procrastination. Sam went first and took the little girls with him while so I could actually run on the treadmill in peace. Then I put the girls down for naps and it was my turn to go shopping alone. Lucky me was punished for all my procrastination with the biggest snow storm ever. You would think it being Utah and how it snows half of the year that the occupants of the state would have learned to drive in bad weather by now, but nonetheless they are awful. After I returned we hunkered down until our departure to California the morning after Christmas. 

The rest of our afternoon was spent making Santa some delicious cookies so he would leave us some top notch presents. Bails was quite the hands on little helper. I think I get shouted at the entire time, "No, me." She has to do everything, and do it by herself. She is my stubborn little girl.

She is also constantly trying to sneak licks and I have to constantly tell her to knock it off. I am not a cookie dough or cake/brownie/other batter kind of girl. It grosses me out and I intend to pass that disgust along to my children as well.

After dinner we pulled out every treat we could find and set up our cookie decorating station. 

Bailey and Hazel were a little less focused on winning the cookie decorating contest and more in tune on winning the 'who can hit their sugar quota for the day first' contest.

I kept trying to tell her to use the knife to spread frosting on her cookie, but I think she liked spreading it on her tongue better. 

This is my Christmas tree with nerds as the garland/lights. Future reference: nerds on sugar cookies is kind of disgusting. 

I told Sam his cookie was super ugly in between bits of laughing at it. He was kind of offended.

Hazel licked the frosting off her candy cane and then she sort of discarded the rest of the cookie; definitely not my kid. I hate frosting unless it is whipped cream so I intend to try to change her ways on this one.

I am pretty sure Bailey has more personality in her little body than I know how to handle. Every time I tell her to smile or look at her she is doing some sort of lyrical dance or silly facial expression that makes me laugh.

After we finished decorating like seven cookies total we set up a plate for Santa and then ate the rest. Bailey insisted on pouring Santa his glass of milk and then we left the plate with strong hopes of good surprises (because Santa doesn't leave presents, he leaves surprises...ask Bailey).

Then while Sam finished building the elaborate kitchen from Honey and Papa I sent on frosting and decorating the remaining 400 cookies before the frosting got all hard and gross.

 

 

I am pretty sure that the only reason we went to bed at a reasonable hour was because we started the kitchen building the night before and then hid it under blankets during the day. Good thing for young kids who don't notice odd shaped masses under blankets and investigate them further because the thing maybe took a total of 4 ish hours to build?

And the rest of the loot that Santa dropped for us...

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!