The time had come, to start our birthday cookie tradition. Pulling down the tin of cookie cutters from on top of the fridge always makes me think of Grandma Denny. I made the dough in the morning, and by the evening wen Karl got off of work, it was so hard I could hardly roll it out. So he used his muscles to help me.
Mirah, with her red little fingers, started to help with the cutting.
Lucas jumped in too.
And 2 hours later we had 76 cookies, not counting all the little dots we baked. The kids liked to just eat those, or dip them in frosting.
After bed time that night, Karl and I frosted and decorated all but a dozen of the finished cookies.
WE bagged them individually so that they would be easy to hand out for people who came by on Mirah’s birthday.