Call Me Betty Crocker!

Call me Betty Crocker… because I spent the entire day making cookies yesterday.
Yes. Me. Baking.
I know—shocking.

I kicked things off with peppermint and vanilla chip chocolate crinkle cookies (fancy, right?), then moved on to red vanilla chip cookies, and finished strong with Grinch sugar cookies topped with the cutest little red vanilla fondant hearts. And y’all… they actually turned out so good. Like, I surprised myself good.

I even grabbed a small metal cookie tin, and we’re planning to gift Quincy’s teacher a dozen cookies for Christmas. Now I’m on the hunt for what else I can sneak in there to make it extra special—because clearly I’ve entered my “homemade holiday era.”

Here’s where things get real, though.

This is the boys’ last week of school before Christmas and we haven’t bought a single Christmas gift yet. Not one. Zero. Nada.
AHHH!!

I know, I know—you’re probably clutching your pearls right now. But listen… we do this every single year. We wait until the very last few days, run around like maniacs, swear we’ll never do it again… and then do it all over next December. Tradition, right?

So if you need me, I’ll be over here riding the sugar high from my baking marathon, pretending I’m totally calm, and telling myself there’s plenty of time to shop.

There isn’t.
But somehow… there always is.