Better Late Than Never

The presents are wrapped, the tree is righted (after an unfortunate tumble the other day), and the mother of all surprises all the laundry is done thanks to the alien beings who abducted my husband and left a laundry-doing man in his place my sweet, sweet husband.

And finally, tonight - better late than never they say - we decorated cookies. We called Grandma and asked her nicely to suck it up brave the 50 mph winds to join us, and warmed the oven.

Brady used the presses on the sugar cookies....

Rolled the dough for the cut-outs...
And then cut out the cookies.

All the while, working incognito in his hoodie. He's 15.


Even Rob, my alien-substitute darling husband, decorated a few, though all enthusiasm was gone after the Packer's *ss beating loss to the Bears. Sorry Honey.

Here's Grandma. She came over in her pajamas. But don't tell her I told you that.

And here I am, painting cookies. Notice I'm not dressed in my pajamas. Not that there's anything wrong with going out in your pajamas. I'm just sayin'.

Jonathan, however, thinks Grandma has the right idea and decorated cookies in his pajamas too. Although come to think of it, Jonathan's been in his pajamas for about 3 days straight.

I think he changed out of them for a short while so we could run to town yesterday (that's called 'an outing' for cornfield folks like us), but as soon as we got home he asked, "Are we home for the day?" and when I said yes, he changed right back into his pajamas.

Ya, I'm talkin' about you, Pajama Boy.

Why, those cookies look good enough to eat!

And just in case you're wondering, the #1 reason I'm not a food blogger still stands... is that a messy kitchen or what?!

H*lls bells, you could lose small children in there!