More Holiness Give Me: Whatcha doing? Me? Oh nothing. Just making ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SUGAR COOKIES!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Whatcha doing? Me? Oh nothing. Just making ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SUGAR COOKIES!!!!!!!!!

You know how somethings never quite work out like you envision them?

Like sitting around all week working on homemade Christmas gifts with the kids in a spotless clean house? Oh why do i dream?

Or playing games with the kids all Christmas break in a spotless clean house? Why do I torture myself so?

Or reading out of the scriptures with children quietly listening to my every word in a spotless clean house? Why oh why?

Or making art projects with a pin where you poke it in black paper and then hang it in the window for the sun to show off your little Christmas design....in a spotless clean house? Heavy Sigh.

But one thing I was not going to let die without a fight (and I think it went pretty successful) was the Sugar Cookie Decorating Bonanza. It was our first year ever and it took days to prepare. Days to make the dough, refrigerate the dough, cut out the cookies,

and bake. My mom handed me down the cutest cutters ever. My mom use to have Sugar Cookie Decorating Bonanza for us as kids all the time which included squirting mouth fulls of frosting in my brother's mouth....what? He'd ask for it!

Anyway, fond memories of it as a kid. For some reason I am always trying to recreate those.

So we had a pretty good time decorating.

We (okay...COREY!) had a mini sprinkle throwing food fight. We laughed over Bo who made cookies with piles of sprinkles on them. Piles. Kate was super happy frosting and "sprinko spinko" ing her cookies. It was a little bit of Christmas bliss. And just look at our super cute cookies! 130 of them! Now frozen since we couldn't (shouldn't) eat them all.

(My favorite)

Corey's Steelers helmet!

The end!

1 comment:

Susan said...: Nancy Chamberlain said...We did have fun making cookies when you were younger! I miss the big Santa cookie cutter. My cookies were good and dad loved the peanut butter balls!
Tiffany Parkin said... Darn you...you are such a good mother. Now I have to make cookies with my little ones.
Susan said... Trust me it has only happened like twice.
Kim Heinke said...Now that's a fun memory made!
Mary McDowell said...beautiful-and hopefully they will do this someday w/their kids-what a great mom, I do like Corey's idea of the sprinkle fight, as long as it's not at my house, I'm too crazy compulsive, wish I wasn't..; March 13, 2016 at 12:25 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Whatcha doing? Me? Oh nothing. Just making ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SUGAR COOKIES!!!!!!!!!

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