Baking with mom.
One thing I miss so much this time of year. I can still hear mom's beautiful voice singing her Christmas songs. Especially Bing Crosby.
And, yes, they have already disappeared.
Thank you, dear friend.
"Little Joe" is spending the day with a friend so today the girls and I baked our first round of cookies. We made Eskimo snowballs, healthy buckaroos, and oatmeal butterscotch bars. They all look delicious. And I must say they did a fantastic job. There were many teachable moments as well. Much said about loving our neighbor as ourselves and preferring each other in love.
Now, one of our favorite movies, Holiday Inn, is playing and our crosstitch is out and our hands are busy.
Just love these times when formal school can take a backseat and life can happen.