Last Sunday began with our usual routine... Ok so "usually" we are running around like crazy just to get out the door, but my kind deed for my husband was to have the diaper bags packed and ready to go so we would not be running around like crazy in the morning. It always make me laugh because "running around like crazy" is how the boys and I begin everyday of the week. Anyway being that we arrived about 30 minutes early for church we had time to sit in the lobby, grab a coffee and let Jackson lounge before parting our seperate ways (Jackson to sunday school and we to service). 
After church it was time for my sisters and I to bake our traditional Christmas cookies. Well there really is not tradition behind them other than Kate and I started this 2 years ago when I was 9 months pregnant and in a very nesting mood. We had so much fun messing up my kitchen and burning cookies that it has just become something we now do. I must say however that it gets better every year.
Jackson (who should have been napping at the time) thought this looked like a ton of fun because to him it was like playing with play dough on Mommy's counter. Although the idea of him helping us make the cookies only brought the word "MESSY" to my mind I decided it was Christmas and these would be the moments he'd treasure and remember always - so I gave in. Thanks to Aunt Kate, Jackson now thinks that flour is 'snow' and you need LOTS of snow to make cookies. He just kept saying, "more snow, please". Who could resist such a polite request? Yes, by the end of cookie making/playing there was snow all over the counter, floor, bar stool, child and some on the dog. What fun!
After church it was time for my sisters and I to bake our traditional Christmas cookies. Well there really is not tradition behind them other than Kate and I started this 2 years ago when I was 9 months pregnant and in a very nesting mood. We had so much fun messing up my kitchen and burning cookies that it has just become something we now do. I must say however that it gets better every year.
Jackson (who should have been napping at the time) thought this looked like a ton of fun because to him it was like playing with play dough on Mommy's counter. Although the idea of him helping us make the cookies only brought the word "MESSY" to my mind I decided it was Christmas and these would be the moments he'd treasure and remember always - so I gave in. Thanks to Aunt Kate, Jackson now thinks that flour is 'snow' and you need LOTS of snow to make cookies. He just kept saying, "more snow, please". Who could resist such a polite request? Yes, by the end of cookie making/playing there was snow all over the counter, floor, bar stool, child and some on the dog. What fun!
Now it was about 2pm and well past Jackson's nap time so Greg and I decided we had 2 choices: 1. Put Jackson down for a nap and not get our errands done. OR 2. Push his nap long enough that he'd fall asleep in the car while we ran our errands. We of course chose option 2, but apparently Jackson saw a 3rd option. He did not fall asleep and while we were in the Christian bookstore picking up a few items he knocked over the ceramic nativity set, broke the head off one of the shepards and then threw a fit and preceded to knock over all the other statues. Greg brought the nativity set to the clerk and offered to buy it, but it turns out Jackson was not the only one who had broken a piece that day ( I thought Joseph was missing). Moral of the story - that's what we get for making our son skip nap in order to hang out and have fun!
