There's something ya'll need to know about me...I'm not really a baker. Actually, a more factual statement would be that I'm not really a kitchen kinda gal. Nonetheless, I try to be all festive and do my motherly duty of letting my kids destroy the the kitchen with sprinkles, food coloring, and cookie dough.
You should also know that I don't do aprons, so I strip my kids down to their diapers and underwear before most meals and anything else that could result in extra laundry. That would be the reason I photographed Ellie decked on in Christmas gear...to prove that I dressed my kids.
After work I stopped by the grocery store to pick up everything we would need to bake cookies tonight. After a quick dinner we got started. Again, I am not a baker. I usually buy sugar cookie dough and pre-made icing that I add food coloring to. Ha!
I decided to branch out and make my own icing. I stuck with the store-bought dough, but I made my own frosting. It tasted horrible, but it looked decent. After probably a half million meltdowns, I called it a night, left the kitchen a mess, and threw the kids in the tub.
I'm fairly certain that the cookies are not edible, but they're for Santa, and that guy will eat anything. All is well in the Watson home tonight because we made memories. It wasn't pretty, and I've had my fill for the year, but by-golly, we survived it.