I baked. I had to make cookies for Jamie’s birthday party, so I made some Christmas ones, too. I found an amazing recipe online that called for sour cream in the batter (what???) and I ate at least 3,000 calories worth of the dough. The uncooked dough. With raw eggs. Oh, the risk….
Thank goodness I had an adorable helper. Any helper would have been fine, but it’s so much more fun when they are adorable.
Confession: I haven’t brushed her hair in 2.5 days. I just keep pulling it back. Now that I think about it, their last bath was Sunday night. That makes almost 48 hours. Oops. They smell fine….
I picture them decorated with silver sprinkles and a perfect piped outline of glittery white….
…but I’m ready for the horrific colors of pink and green and orange and probably some princess sprinkles in giant mountains right in the middle of each snowflake. You’re really going to have to look hard to see it’s a snowflake. This is what happens when 3 kids want to help and the baby digs in, too. And the mom is 9 months pregnant and doesn’t give a *$&%$ anymore. You get messy cookies. I’m telling people it’s just charming because the kids did it allllll themselves….
But one thing I’m not allowing my kids to help with? The Star Wars cookies.
I scored these cookie cutters from Williams-Sonoma in August.
The cookies turned out PERFECT!!
I let them cool and stuck them in the freezer until next week when I’ll be ready (and have the uninterrupted time) to frost them. And pipe them. And make sure they’re perfect. Because I like my parties to be perfect. Christmas cookies? Whatev. But parties? I pride myself on my parties….
And then I made some chocolate chip.
They were also delicious. Slightly underbaked so they were soft. I don’t like crunchy cookies.
But what did I do today? I helped Miss Megan (I call her Megan when she’s not acting like my kids’ teacher) in the classroom by taking the kids’ class pictures. They all did really well and they turned out pretty cute. Then I stayed to help with some projects.
30 Days of Thanks # 1: I am thankful I’m not a preschool teacher.
oh, wait, did we finish 30 days of thanks? It’s hard to keep up…
But honestly, it takes a very patient, kind, and organized person who doesn’t mind saying the same thing 100 times to be a wonderful preschool teacher. I am very willing and very happy to help for several hours now and then. But to do it every day?? Holy cow, I’m exhausted.
Thank goodness for Miss Megan.
Happy Tuesday. And I’m not going to lie, I’m not sure any of my kids’ cute clothes are washed and clean, so tomorrow’s W(th)ww is sure to disappoint. I hope you like sweats.