On Monday, the unicorn invites went out.  Sixteen girls, boys, friends, neighbors and cousins were invited. We just couldn’t pare down any more.

 

On Thursday we made all of the #7 cookies.

I used the cookie cutters I inherited from Grandma Denny, and the recipe that Krysta gave me.

Everything on Thursday took longer than I meant it to so Karl was actually home by the time we were baking.

Oops. Karl must have been saying something annoying.

I love the way these numbers look lined up on a tray.

 

We all had tummies full of cookie dough by the end.

In the end, I made a double batch, giving us something like 50 cookies, only 30 of those survived, 7 is a very delicate number.

 

After kids were in bed, Karl was able to make the dough for the pizzas. It had to rise and  a few times, and he ended up leaving in in the fridge for a cold proof.