The Christmas holidays officially began Friday afternoon. Thank goodness I was prepared.
Annelise and I set up camp upstairs. Why upstairs you ask? Well, that's where our printer is and where our last surviving VCR is located.
So we could make a nativity scene out of toilet paper tubes and patterns from this crafty site.
I'd show you a picture of our almost completed efforts (she petered out with an angel, a donkey, a sheep and a king left to finish), but I am too lazy to go upstairs right now. They are pretty cute though, promise.
Next, it was time for Annelise to decorate a small tree for her room once Scott arrived home with the lights for it.
I would show you a picture, but again, that would require walking upstairs. It's pretty cute though, promise. (That is if a hodge podge of old, not main tree worthy ornaments arranged in a willy-nilly fashion are your thing.)
Then, for the third night in a row, it was cookie baking time.
We just made gingersnaps, but the day before we made gingerbread men. Or gingerbread people. Except I kinda lost interest in piping around the edges of their little brown bodies after, like, five. So I tried a different approach...
Is it just me, or do their beady mini M&M eyes give you the creeps too?