Sugar sprinkles everywhere.
Sticky hands, sticky floor.
Red and green yumminess.
Red and green yumminess.
Full tummies, sugar high.
Laughing all the way.
I'm a crazy person. At least, that's what I feel like some times. And it runs in my family. No, not really crazy (and don't take offense if you are one of me), but just clinically depressed and filled with anxiety. It's as if I don't have something to worry about in my head constantly, then I don't feel normal. Luckily, there's a pill for that. It's a bitter pill, one that I'll basically have to take the rest of my life, but I've slowly accepted that it's like any other disease, and just like diabetes or heart disease, that little pill is gonna make me better. But that little pill makes me gain weight, gives me the brain shivers when I miss it, and although I've tried to get off it multiple times, I just can't. So I guess that makes me an addict as well. But it's a pill that my grandparents and family didn't always have, and they suffer from it as well, so I should be thankful for this little red capsule of happiness...
Thanks for the memories. My daughters are now 24 and 22 and I have many photos just like this! Actually, however, we're still capable of making plenty of messes in the kitchen when it comes to decorating Christmas cookies. But what fun is it to be neat???
ReplyDeleteHow cute!!
ReplyDeleteToo sweet. Also, love the new header.
ReplyDeleteSeems like cookies made by little fingers just taste better!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet! {pardon the pun!}
ReplyDeleteand they look delicious!
YUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
ReplyDeleteYum yumb yum! I can't wait to make these when I get home :)
ReplyDeleteonce again, best mom award.
ReplyDeleteThe thought of decorating cutouts with the kids entered my mind and quickly exited it.
ReplyDeleteCuuuuuuuute! I have to make some with Landon!
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