Christmas Cookies

Greetings to all, it's me, Maggie.  Cam and I have been showing you a lot of our decorations lately, but we've also been very helpful with the Christmas baking spree!  Or at least we've tried to be.  There seems to be a pattern to the whole thing, so I thought I'd address that today.

It starts out with a long walk, like the one we took this morning...

Up the hill on the big street, and cross at the light:

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, everybody!""
Hurry, Mom, the light's changing!"

Not only is there no time to dilly-dally when crossing that street, there isn't time to grab your sister by the neck and do the "shake-y-shake-shake".  You know ... in case you were wondering about that. Ahem.

After we hustled Mom across the street, we struck a pose for her at the Grand Mère Village sign:

"Hey, Mom.  Too bad you didn't bring our Santa hats, huh?"
"You ... don't have those things tucked in a pocket or anything, do you?"
"We can always come back later with the hats..."

We decided we should hurry along.

We looped behind Fire House 5:

Through the woods:

Past the Great Wall of Kansas:

Then enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells at the Kansas Ocean:

"Check out that wake!"
"It's those two Redhead Ducks we saw yesterday!"
"Why didn't I bring the camera?!?"

Mom's comment was one of those "rhetorical questions".  She knows full well if she had lugged her 87-million pound camera with us, the ducks wouldn't have been there.  Moving right along ...

It was a nice, long walk, with plenty of excitement, so that, like all the other baking days, by the time Mom gets around to doing things like this:

Mom's cut-out cookies!

All we are interested in doing is this:

"Mom?  Can you handle this without me?"
"Just lay your head down, Little One.  Mom'll be fine."

Honestly.  It's ... it's almost like Mom plans it this way!

I'm not sure what's on tap for today, but I hope Mom doesn't need to much help.  I feel a nap coming on!

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher