Growing up, I always remember the tradition of making Christmas cookies. Really good cookies. Sugar cookie cutouts, peanut butter blossoms with red and green sprinkles, thumbprints, tortes, and many more. I have felt that since I have my own kids that tradition needs to be carried on. But as cookie time comes around, the perfectionist in me wants to do them by myself so they turn out just perfect. AHHH!! Hard being a perfectionist and mother :) A week ago we had a cookie exchange with the girls in our small group. Whoever came up with the cookie exchange was a genius. Take one kind of cookie and come home with 7 different kinds. Well, needless to say, my cookie making time wasn't the best mother/child bonding time in the world. And I have felt bad that we haven't really made too many cookies this season. So last night Jack (and Cole from the comforts of his highchair) made the rest of our snowmen. Jack helped dip the peanut butter balls in the chocolate and put the hats on. We had lots of fun. The best part is that Jack only likes the marshmallow hat, and I only like the peanut butter ball snowman. Perfect kind of sharing!!!






















