Since Mason is kind of starting to understand who Santa is, I decided that we should start the tradition of making cookies for him on Christmas Eve. It was so much fun and oh what a mess! I just let go of my anxiety of seeing flour covering my kitchen and Mason and let him have fun! He dumped all the ingredients in and then helped me roll out the dough.
If anyone is thinking that there is a fair amount of flour on the cookies, they are right! Mason liked to help a little too much with the flour so Santa needed a big drink to get them down!
The cookies were also extra sugary with all the sprinkles! But very festive, right!
He had to taste them to make sure they were good enough for Santa! Even with a sore upper lip from his cold, he had a great time!
Daddy and McKinley hung out in the living room and watched the craziness from a distance.
