We hosted our 5th Annual Cookie Decorating Party. (Is it really the 5th, if the 4th got rained out?) Mr. Boy wore his scout uniform, not because he had scouts that day, but because he LOVES Scouts.
We learned a valuable lesson the first year, NEVER host the cookie party indoors. You will still be vacumming sprinkles around the 4th of July. Trust me.
This is one of my favorite gatherings during the holidays. Lots of Sugar, Lots of Kids...
And Lots of Cookies that look like this. I swear there is a cookie underneath all those sprinkles.
The next day, myself and some friends went to Disneyland for the day, but Disneyland was "Closed" that day, in spite of the fact that two of us checked our calendars. Closed as in, a blackout day for annual passholders. Have you ever sat 8 children down and said, "Yes, I know we are sitting here at the gates of Disneyland and people are going in, but we can't go today." Of course, just as we break the news, the monorail whizzes by. filled with happy kids and parents who don't have passes with blackout dates. We tried to make the best of the day and went to the beach for lunch and to play. I love this playground on the beach, it's one of my favorite spots in the nation.
Our family attended the Church Christmas Party in full Bethlehem attire, with the exception of Mr. Boy who was a Roman Soldier commanding people to be taxed. I looked more like a nun than an ancient traveler. Mr. Man was a Jedi Sheppard, who watched over his flock wearing Star Wars sheets, and hauled around LuLu the Rocking Sheep.
Guess who had the staring role as "The Baby Jesus" in our church's Living Nativity, Baby Roller Hand! AK was so proud of her baby in a manger, and would visit her in the stable and whisper, "It's okay Roller Hand, shhhh, just remember to stay swaddled, and no crying!"
And thus begun Mr. Man's two week vacation from work...