Christmas Tradition.

Today was the day my mom, my sister and I made our gingerbread cookies. Not the hard gross kind. The soft delectable kinds. About 450 of them. Making these gingerbread men has become almost as much of a tradition as opening presents on Christmas morning. My sister and I are always bursting with laughter by the end of the night. We tell our immature jokes and make up words. Gingerbread-men Day is always a highlight of Christmas time.

Here's some pictures of the little guys.

The master artisan at work.

My sisty is a good one.

Whenever my sister, Jess, comes over, she of course has to bring my nephew.  Parker is one of the funniest, happiest little boys you will ever meet.  Always climbing on things and smiling.  I love him.

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Cute Little Man

Everytime I have my guitar out, he's right there by me, staring at it and grabbing the strings.  Two things you can't keep Mr. P away from: Guitars and Speakers.  He'll be a musician someday.  

Today is Emily's birthday.  She won't see this today though, because she's helping the Navajo children in Arizona.  What a saint.  Emily, I hope it's great.

Emily's party was buckets of fun.  Even though I was really tired most of the party, it was still a successful night of getting to know my friends better and seeing some that I haven't talked to for a while.

This Christmas break doesn't quite feel like a break-- yet.   I'm sure after I've been with my spectacular friends I'll feel much better.  Can you help me out with that?  I'd like that.  A lot.



Make Christmas last.  I'll cry the day I take the tree down.

All My Love,
Addy.   (actually Ben)

She obviously doesn't read my blog.  :)