In the spirit of holiday sharing, Wyatt and Tate brought home germs from last weekend's bivouac. I may or may not be coming down with something. If I am, I'm in denial.
Do. Not. Have. Time.
But I did get a Christmas letter written, get presents wrapped and under the tree (and - more importantly - out of my office), and started making treats today. Tate, always VERY motivated to help, dipped an entire (large) bag of pretzels in white chocolate. And yes, I know it's not actually chocolate, but almond bark, really? It's vanilla. One of the mysteries of life, I guess.
Which reminded me of something else I want to dip... truffles. No, not the fancy kind (I leave that to my sister). Noooo, I've been waiting for Candy-cane Joe-joes. You know, like mint oreos, but much, much better. (Trader Joe's have bits of crushed candy cane in them. Yum.) We want Joe-joe truffles. And I had to act fast, before certain family members (*ahem* Kerry) eat all four boxes.
Then when the older boys went off to youth group, Gunnar insisted on making gingerbread men, which he doesn't even really like all that well, but somehow he felt they were necessary. And would you believe it, I don't have a gingerbread man cookie cutter? Went to borrow one from my neighbor and she didn't either! But she loaned us her Easter bunny cookie cutter which worked great. With some minor modifications. I rolled and cut out the cookies and Gunnar ripped off their ears and reshaped their heads. He liked that part best. As he dried and put away the dishes I mixed up a double batch of mint meringues. No rolling, not cutting. Just mix them up, put them in a hot oven, turn it off, and leave them in all night - easy squeezy. That's my kind of cookie.
Now, to get said Christmas letter into cards, envelopes addressed, stamped, etc.
How hard can that be, right?