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I also made sugar cookies with my boy. He loved the batter but the cookies he didn't really care about. First you have to make the batter the day before with a pastry blender and store it in the fridge over night.
Then the next day you roll it.
Don't forget the fun cookie cutters.
And of course we had to put sprinkles on top.
And then since I was such a good mommy, I was blessed, I was also craving gingerbread men, and while I was at my mother in laws, someone brought a HUGE one.
Here are my recipes:Sugar Cookies
2 1/2 cups sifted flour
1 1/2 cups sifted confectioners’ sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup butter
1 egg, beaten
2 tbsp. milk
2 tsp. vanilla
Combined flour, confectioners’ sugar and salt and sift into bowl. Cut in butter or margarine until mixture resembles fine crumbs. Add egg, milk and vanilla; mix until dough holds together. Press into ball. Wrap and chill well. Roll 1/2 of the dough at a time on lightly floured board. Cut into shapes with floured cookies cutters. Arrange 1” apart on ungreased cooky sheets. Bake at 375 for about 8 minutes. Cool cookies on racks.
We sold Big bertha within a few hours which was good because we need the cash to afford my NEW CAR. Now I can be a cool mom. This is my first car! I'm so excited I'm going to take good car of it, I've never had my own car before!
Best part this sweet roof rack and the free CDs that were left in the CD player. A week ago Mike asked me if Brent's sentra was my dream car, I said no, but man this one is!
because its a DIY craft so I wouldn't be stealing anyone's ideas, and put like pieces of paper in it, with christmas scriptures, so one day when my kids are old enough they get some religion in their candy/present infestation. And then make one that can hold a piece of candy in it for each kid. Here is the thing I liked about the chocolate one that my mom got for us as kids, the doors opened so you could always tell how close you were getting to christmas. That is what I really want advent calendar that shows how close we are getting, with out having the old school felt tree and ornaments that come out of the pockets. Sometimes I can do blast from the past, but not that one.
As I was thinking this post, I got our christmas presents in the mail from my brother's family. And I got the idea for my advent calendar.
Get little boxes like this, paint them, put numbers on the outside like this and then put candy and a spiritual christmas message inside. Then tie bows around the outside. Put them in a santa bag or in a basket. Children will notice christmas is getting closer because the advent container will get emptier and emptier. Oh I am excited, but I won't make until next year. For one, I have to gather 24 boxes, and for two its 4 days before christmas. But I still love the envelope one.
My brother in law got married on Tuesday. And luckily for me, I like his new wife. Last spring I took a geriatric sociology class. Fascinating stuff, it explained to me, that women live longer than men, but marry men older than them, so usually a wife lives for another 5 or so year past her husband's passing. (But we all knew that already.) I thought about that, and my grandparents, and I realized, all my brothers are going to die, my older sister (and siblings in laws) are going to die, my husband is going to die, and I'm still going to be kicking. And then I realized that I have a very vested interested in who my little brother and my younger brother in laws marry. And luckily for me, I can spend 5 years or more with Melissa after all the menfolk die. Because of that I got to butter her up now, so she wants to be friends with me, in 60 years. That why I spent a whole saturday of decorating for the reception, which included making her bouquet. On monday when I saw her I asked her if she wanted me to make another one, long story short, she got one. Pictured above. (Thats not really the reason I helped.)
With all this wedding talk it made me thinking about my own wedding, almost three year ago. We are two weeks shy of our anniversary. This wedding is the 4th wedding for my in law family this month, three of occurred this week, over various years. Really I got married after christmas because I wanted to be original. Anyway, it has made me think, three years ago, I was young but I knew what I wanted. I wanted Brent, even if that meant, I didn't get other things like 18 months in a foreign land, and a law degree. I knew that if I didn't marry him something would happen and we wouldn't be together forever, I wanted him as long as time went on. Yes, looking back I realize it was a jealous love, I couldn't handle thought of him with anyone else, when he was dating other girls I was perpetually in a bad mood. Sure I cried a lot when I was engaged, but that was just because the stress of planning a wedding was not my idea of fun, too many decisions. My father told me a few days before the wedding, I could still call it off, I said no, too much has been done, I have my dress, yada yada, he said no its not too late, until after the ceremony. I thought about it for minute or so, and yeah, you're right, but I don't want to call it off. He or someone else in my family asked me that question everyday for the week proceeding my wedding. Every time they asked I became more sure of my decision to married to Brent. At the time, I didn't really know his family well, I was shy and they were overwhelming to a young girl. His family was a leap of faith for me, I knew I loved him, so if he loved him I would learn to love them. I did, luckily very quickly. They are my family, just as the family I was born into is my family. I couldn't picture my life without them, although I have only been with them three years, it seems like they have always been my family. I know people who are unsure of their in laws 10+ years down the road. Thank goodness that is not my life. It was a leap of faith but I got lucky. I've heard it said, you get to pick one person in your family and the rest you get stuck with. I got stuck with a good bunch on both sides.
I think Jobo's smirk goes great with Brent's hat.
This is for mike, not quite the turkey trot, but oh the stories that it could tell. Not only am I stunning, so his daughter in the front left.
The girls, the blondes are all married in.
And the menfolk looking so menfolk for the picture.
Here is the slideshow of more pics.
Our stockings are hung by the window with care, since $500 a month doesn't buy a fireplace. I hand make stockings for all my family.
Here is our 2 foot christmas tree. It was a handme down from my grandma. Here are some of my favorite ornaments. The santa in the background, is a handme down from my mother, its kind of ugly, but I love it because I remember it being in my house as a child. The christmas clock I made a few days ago. One of my sister in laws and I have a love affair going on with Believe signs, thats why I have two with my tree.
This is my favorite presents, its from my brother. I love it, because my sister in law (a different one, I only have 10) wrapped it so simply but beautifully. The tree skirt is another handme down from my childhood.
This santa also came with the other from my mom. Its a little too....traditional crafty looking for my taste, but its nice to have a santa on the floor that my son can look at and touch, so he can experience Christmas for himself.
This nativity is also on the floor for my son to experience for himself. My mother in law gave all of her children this nativity and its a great nativity for children, because it has a music box.
Here are some more of our nativities. My mom collects nativities which means she has more than she can display in her house. She has passed many on to me, including these two. I love my Fontanini Nativity. Speaking of Love, I absolutely love my feather tree. Apparently according to BooMama that means I'm getting older. I partly love them, because I got married at christmas time and one of my receptions was decorated with feather trees.
Here are some more Nativities, we have another five sets in our closet (apparently mother like daughter), but we had no room to display them in our shoe box of an apartment. Most of these my husband brought back after living in Chile for two years. (The Joy one is a handme down not Chilean.)
In between my bookcases covered in Nativities is our couch and on our couch is this christmas pillow I designed for my mom, after she told me the phrase. Just a little reminder to enjoy the holidays, in a stress free manner. Plus it is shinny and sparkly.
And last but not least is another one of my favorite decorations. I love giving and getting presents. Is that bad that a grown adult, loves getting and opening presents? If I had a choice I would rather give, but I won't lie I love getting too. The mitten clip magnet pattern I found on Martha's website.
And yes that is what I want for Christmas, is a trip to Mexico, with my husband while my son spends the weekend with my mother in law.
I almost forgot, my lovely kitchen christmas craft, I made when I was probably 14. That would be the explanation for the awful handwriting, and the poor lay out of words. Thank goodness for moms who save those types of things. Thanks for coming over!
Turned out really good I think, much better than the first quilt I ever made in my life. Its great because its clearly girly, hence holly hobby in the middle, but it doesn't have pink in it, I thought my sister would appreciate the lack of pink. By the way, Carol and pam, I didn't sell holly hobby on ebay, I made a quilt with her. As you can tell it is a kid tested, kid approved quilt.
The last thing I need in my house is another clock I have one in every room in the house, and now one in a closet too. But I had an extra one that was refurbished clock, as I broke the hand off and then put it back on, so I feel bad giving it to anyone, or selling it to anyone, so I had to make myself another clock, and since I love Christmas I figure this was the perfect thing to make. Before its Christmas makeover it was in my kitchen for a while, but my mother bought me this rooster one, because it was on sale, and she knows my husband likes chickens.
I finished my first fiction book in months. A Girl of the Limberlost, by Gene Stratton-Porter. It was pretty good, I read it in just a few days so that right there, that tells you I was interested in. I know why Kim lent it to, because a large plot of the book is about catching moths. But don't you worry all you anti-entomologists out there you can enjoy the plot without loving bugs. My complaint was that Billy never seemed to grow up through out the progression of the story. Other than that it was good. My mother would like, if you are trying to make inferences from that don't try. I decided it was time to read, my son need a break from the holiday crafts, his behavior has been much approved since I stopped spending my whole day playing with "mommy's toys which he can't play with." He was a champ today. I finally found a doctor, which by the way I think I will like a lot. We went and Jobo got some immunizations, he was a champ through and through. He started to scream when he got the first shot, but by the second one after the nurse apologized he had almost stopped crying. By the time the lollipop was insight I didn't see another tear the whole day. He wasn't fussy at all. What I champ I gave birth too.
Specifially when I see the bottom of the page, this section, before I can read "let's all get merry!" I see let's get allergy.
My mind picks of these letters and ignores the rest.
This is what my mind see, while the rest of you see let's get merry. Minus all the white blocks.
Now I realize the word allergy is spelled wrong to all y'all but order really makes no difference in my mind, but I rearranged the letters properly for you. So this is what I see.
Just so you know, order makes no matter in mind. I had to teach it to my mind as a young 5th grader in tutoring, how to care about what order people put letters and numbers in. And then I had reteach myself that number order REALLY does matter when you are doing algebra, geometry, calculus etc. In fact I taught myself so well, I actually forget until something like this magazine cover happens, that my mind sees letters before it sees words. And various letters jump out and form new words before I see the original written words. Who would have thought that young little 5th grader who only saw letters not words would have ever got a political science college degree heavy in reading and writing? Life turns out crazy huh?