While the cookies were baking, we worked on making snowmen. Or snow women, however, Hadley specifically told me hers is a snowman because she was going to dance with him.
We made some faces on our guys.
Then we glued cotton balls on him to give him a "snowy" feel.
No, I absolutely did not come up with this idea on my own.
The cookies turned out to be a mild disaster. I told the girls we were going to decorate them, but apparently decorate means "eat." I put a platter of cookies on the table, walked away to get the frosting and sprinkles, and Harper had helped herself to three by the time I got back.
Don't mind if I do.
Frosting? Best. Invention. Ever.
Merry Christmas to me.