Christmas Cookies

“Peace means no one is worried about anyone else's cookie...in this moment we are all quietly content with the cookies we have.” ― Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Christmas Cookies: Bite-Size Holiday Lessons

I made all kinds of cookies for Christmas:  Peanut Butter Blossom pawprint cookies, Iced sugar cookies, and Nun's farts.  I never used to do this with my children when they were little because I didn't have the equipment or sometimes, the space.  I wish I had.  

This was my first time icing cookies, and it became tedious after the first 5 cookies.  I had to split the decorating into two days.  I don't think I will ever do cookie icing again, unless I have little hands to help, such as grandchildren, great-nieces/nephews, or my godson.  Otherwise, I'm good with just popping regular dough into the oven and eating them as-is!  The lazier I got, the less icing was used.  I began painting white icing over some of the cookies in order to just dip them into sugar and cinnamon for color.  And some of my cookies got more and more inappropriate, but I'm sure the adults will have a hoot about it.  

Despite not being grounded enough to get patient and content with cookie decorating, my cookies and Nun's farts came out great.

Nun's Farts

Nudist Cookie

Almost done with cookie decorating

Farmer Tan 

The last of the cookies I decorated.  At this point I was so over it.

Merry Grinchmas

“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!” ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

Us and The Grinch

Trevor and I went to Grinchmas at LBX.  It began at 11am.  When we got there, it was Santa Claus instead of the Grinch, and I was rather upset by that because we already saw Santa Claus.  I looked at my tickets, it certainly said, "GRINCHMAS" on it and said "Live Photo with the Grinch."  My error.  I didn't see the Grinch wouldn't start his shift until 3pm.  

He bought an ice cream and dropped chocolate on his new Grinch shirt.  I was annoyed.

We left and did some grocery shopping and then went home to catch the Green Bay Packers playing the Denver Broncos.  Trevor got a little nap in and then we were back to Grinchmas, in his Green Bay Packers shirt.  

The Grinch was full of character and his makeup and costume was so realistic.  I was amazed by it.  Trevor told the Grinch, "I'm not sitting on your lap.  You're sitting on mine."  And he did!

This was the shirt he was going to wear before he spilled chocolate sauce on it.

Santa Pics

“So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.” ― Jeff Kinney, Cabin Fever

Trevor and I went Christmas shopping at The Pike Outlets in Long Beach and then to Lakewood Mall.  We walked right into the Santa booth, and there was no line.

Thankfully, we were dressed for the occasion.  Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I said, "A big house."