The other night Anna decided we needed to bake some Christmas cookies. It actually slowly evolved to this. I've made the mistake of putting all of the baking items in the pantry on a shelf that's at eye-level for Anna. I think I might bake cookies with her a little too frequently. She actually pulled all of the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies out the other night (Minus the salt and eggs...I was super impressed!) all by herself. That's crazy for a 4-year-old...right?

So...She noticed the container of all of the different sprinkles on the baking shelf a couple of weeks ago, and begged and begged to use them. So, I let her put sprinkles on pudding and stuff, but I guess she's gotten bored with that. So, then she decided she wanted to make a cake with sprinkles, but I told her cookies would be better...and pretty soon it was Christmas cookies. And as we were working on them she decided that if we made Christmas cookies, Santa would come that night and "bring her presents!" Oh good grief...

Look at her....so certain Santa's on his way....After I told her for like the hundredth time that Santa only likes cold weather, she started to get the gist that he was going to be a no-show for now.

So, I frosted and she sprinkled...can you tell?

Not that they look bad here or anything, but they were actually super pretty when I shook off the mounds of sprinkles...should have taken a picture of them...  "/ — Not that they look bad here or anything, but they were actually super pretty when I shook off the mounds of sprinkles...should have taken a picture of them... "/

Santa may not have shown up to eat them, but Anna, Josh, Granny, and I managed to devour the cookies in no time.  :) — Santa may not have shown up to eat them, but Anna, Josh, Granny, and I managed to devour the cookies in no time. :)