My brother flew me home for Christmas to surprise my parents and nieces.
I had to make up a story about going to Whistler for Christmas to throw them off the track.
After 13 hours of travel I was finally at my parent's house. The house I did my growing up in.
Actually I was laying in my brothers truck using my nieces booster seat as a pillow trying my hardest to stay awake and not pee my pants while I waited for my mom and dad to make an appearance.
Let's just say I eventually took care of my personal issues AND surprised my parents.
Christmas Eve was a hoot.
Here are the highlights.
(My mom had to work. That's why she is nowhere to be seen)
We made oatmeal cookies, snickerdoodles, shortbread, and sugar cookies ALL day.
We also frosted them. That's my dad with frosting on his nose.
He's the biggest goofball in the house.
Mackenzie & Kennedy. The next biggest goofballs.
Our fancy lace tablecloth with all of our beautiful & perfectly round cookies.
Our juice experiment. Veggie juice got a thumbs down. Fruit however was loved.
My hairs' feelings got hurt from being teased so much.
I was appalled.
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