This was the scene in my kitchen last Friday. It was baking day. Think it looks bad? You should have seen me. I had fourth day hair. Jackson looked a little homeless too.
Pillsbury wanted to bless my little heart this year and provide my grocery store with huge tubes of refrigerated gingerbread dough. Someone give Him some praise. I’m the worst baker of all time and this was even easy enough for me to use. So Jacks and I made some little gingerbread men together. Here they are, iced and ready to be sprinkled. 
Oops, Mommy didn’t realize that the Mister wouldn’t know how to shake the bottle. He just turned it upside down over the one cookie and let the sprinkles pour out. Why I was not hovering over him at that moment baffles me. I was watching from several feet away as half the bottle landed on one little cookie. Also? Those little round ball sprinkles? They roll off the table and bounce all around the kitchen. Then they stick to your feet and travel onto other surfaces. Like rugs. Bad, bad sprinkles. 
Trying to redistribute them a little.
Who needs a napkin when it comes to sprinkles and icing?
Our cookies got the Jackson Jones stamp of approval.
The fruit of our labor – gingerbread men and butterscotch haystacks.
A closer look at our cookies. Not the cutest ever, but they taste so good!
This is the lovely gingerbread house I bought in early November for Jackson and me to make together. I never could get up the nerve to attempt this project with him though. Somehow I just knew it would be too much for Pregnant Girl and Toddler Boy. So I made it by myself last week.
Jackson was thrilled when he saw it. Although it was torturous for him not to be able to eat the candy. Thankfully, I had enough foresight to save him a few of the gumdrops and Spree. 
This is what our gingerbread house looked like when we got home from Second Baptist’s “Kids’ Crazy Christmas” show on Friday night. Hmmm, had there been a tornado in my home? 
Termites maybe?
Would anyone like a naughty golden retriever for Christmas? Come on, it will get you in the mood to see “Marley and Me” on Christmas day! I knew better than to leave that tray of cookies out on the counter, so I hid it in the oven when we left. I never would have guessed that Jughead the Big White Beast would go for the house. Seriously. Who does that?
Finally got around to doing the cut-out cookies yesterday in anticipation of my children coming home for Christmas. The little balls – they fall all over the floor whether you are 3 or 43! Swept the kitchen floor 3 times and still manage to have some sticking to my feet every time I go in the kitchen.
Merry Christmas to the Moore family and in-laws!
Kim . . . who is
Grafted by Grace
I tried making a gingerbread house with my niece a few years ago. We couldn’t get the pieces to stick together with the icing, however we tweaked it. So we ate the candy while we made up a parody for “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire.” I was a babysitting hit, but the rest of the family got really sick of hearing “Peanuts Roasting on a Burning Tire” five hundred times before Christmas. I may never live that one down!
Anne
How fun… God bless you at Christmas and many hugs your way… What a dog!!! haaha….
ADORABLE – just ADORABLE!! And funny.. always funny.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST!!
Linda
Ok, I was tracking Santa for my children when I said to myself…..”self, check the blog and see what the Moore’s/Jones’/Fitzpatrick’s might be up to. I have never laughed so hard over a cookie making story!! That was so adorable and wonderful of you to make cookies with Jackson. Your a good Mom!!
Merry Merry Christmas,
Royana (aka Isaac’s Mom)
Send Beckham to my house. I love him. He cracks me up. Flannel in his old age needs some help getting the things off the counter and Beckham would be just the one.
Hi Amanda, This reminds me of the time.. :)My mom decorated wedding cakes from her home. They also had dobermans that was not allowed in the house (of course) when no one was home. One day while she had a cake in the house, they decided to go out to eat. When they came home and opened the door, “Sir John” (the name of the dog) bolted out of the house. Mom went staight to the place where the cake was kept and you guessed it, HALF the cake was gone!
I should have told you this story eariler, huh? Sorry about the cute house…..
Amanda, you’re such a hoot! But I had a great laugh, especially when the pupper’s smiling face showed up. Jackson is adorable!
Happy New Year Amanda and the entire clan!! Baby “girl” too!!
Some SWEET, SWEET memories made on this day that will last a lifetime!! Too darlin’ for words!!
My whole clan went and saw “Marley and Me” on Christmas Day. Crazy funny stuff…..we have a one year old Springer Spanial…..and our first year with him nearly put me straight over the edge!!!!!!!! So far 2009 is shapin’ up to be a better year for him, all 14hrs of it! Ha! Ha!
Take time to put your “sweet” feet up before that new youngin’ arrives….you’ll NEED the reserves!!
Love U Siesta!
Angela in Redmond, WA