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I had to make an executive decision last night to fore-go  cleaning up Henry’s trains or folding laundry or digging out the enormous ‘mallow that somehow got stuck in Henry’s sleeve when I was getting him ready for bed. Oh no. That was all gonna wait. I rolled out the dough that I made last week, ignoring the ‘do not refrigerate for longer than 2 days’ recommendation on the recipe and started cutting out little snowmen and reindeer and trees. While those were chilling/baking I finally got around to finishing the glittery papery trees.
Only the red & white leaves had been cut and properly dipped in modge podge and then glitter, it was the other two that needed to be started from the beginning. So I sat, and traced leaves and caught up on about 4 days worth of TiVo. Then there was dipping and glittering and drying. And then the realization there were not enough leaves to finish, so back  to the couch and to my fresca and TiVo and tracing and cutting and later glittering and drying and applying. I really liked the  repetitiveness of it all. Mindless. It was great. Didn’t really have to pay too much attention to exactly what I was doing.
This morning a pair of reindeer legs mysteriously broke in half (too close on the counter for inquisitive little hands) so we have 3 reindeer instead of 4- which is fine by me. Henry wanted to eat all of them, so we decided to make some gingerbread boys of our own.

It all started out so innocently:

A little gingerbread here, a little flour there.

And then it started snowing. Snowing flour. Everywhere.


We had a fun, fun morning together. It kept him busy for at least a good hour. I highly recommend letting it ‘snow flour’ at your house this holiday season. Everybody’s doing it.

xoxo