This is what happens when we decorate sugar cookies at our house. ADORABLE!!! Minus the blue frosting all over the table, clothes, and stained on our fingers and faces. Ok, still ADORABLE!!!
We did have a split second of actual decorating going on before the licking of the frosting continued.
Let's not forget the other child. Don't let the speck of frosting fool you.... she'd already been squawked at to wash her hands and face at least once before I took this picture.
I can't get over the sprinkles! Had Cole not popped the lid off of one of them and proceeded to dump them all over the floor, I'd rush right back to Target and buy more!
See that really big, white sprinkle in the upper right-hand corner on the red frosting cookie? Um, yeah. It's not really a sprinkle. It's the missing lid from one of the sprinkle containers. I didn't figure that at until I ate it!
Yummmm. I've got to admit, I make a good sugar cookie! Alas, my frosting skills are still sub par.... that's what Betty Crocker is for. I couldn't help myself.
Pearl's batch. These stayed home with us because Pearl kept sneezing and coughing all over them.
I now know why I keep making (and subsequently eating) these delicious, sinful treats... those two little, frosting-covered faces.
We did have a split second of actual decorating going on before the licking of the frosting continued.
Let's not forget the other child. Don't let the speck of frosting fool you.... she'd already been squawked at to wash her hands and face at least once before I took this picture.
I can't get over the sprinkles! Had Cole not popped the lid off of one of them and proceeded to dump them all over the floor, I'd rush right back to Target and buy more!
See that really big, white sprinkle in the upper right-hand corner on the red frosting cookie? Um, yeah. It's not really a sprinkle. It's the missing lid from one of the sprinkle containers. I didn't figure that at until I ate it!
Yummmm. I've got to admit, I make a good sugar cookie! Alas, my frosting skills are still sub par.... that's what Betty Crocker is for. I couldn't help myself.
Pearl's batch. These stayed home with us because Pearl kept sneezing and coughing all over them.
I now know why I keep making (and subsequently eating) these delicious, sinful treats... those two little, frosting-covered faces.
