Fast forward 20 minutes, Momma and Dada had their coffee and Baby Boy had his milk and english muffin and back to Christmas morning we go. C was a little unsure about unwrapping gifts at first, but caught on pretty quickly that there was awesome stuff underneath that pesky paper.
That afternoon, I took a hand at my own family traditions and made sugar cookies with C. My mom always made Gingerbread houses with us, completely from scratch, from my grandfather's bakery recipe and while I know I am not ready for that, I was admittedly pretty proud of myself for putting on an apron and finding my rolling pin. I even made my own icing, which is a big deal because I really hate baking. My friend Cate put it perfectly, when she told me 'You are Martha Stewart, but the jailbird one, not the magazine one.'
I think jailbird Martha and C$ did a pretty good job for our first attempt. And the cookies were really good, at least while they were warm anyways...after that, they were really hard. O well, it was still fun!