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Pull Up A Chair…


'Tis the season here at our house.  Nope, not snowing yet — I wish! — but it is cookie baking frenzy weekend here.  We'll be baking and cooling and frosting and such for the next coupla days.  This is the weekend where I work myself into an insane cookie craze, exhausted and worn to a frazzle…and swearing that I will not do this again next year.

Until, of course, that moment where the desire to bake cookies comes around again and I start pulling my baking cookbooks and recipe cards and dreaming about what the next years' goodies will be. 

Yep, I am a creature of cookie habit. 

And, frankly, I just love the cheery looks on people's faces when they get a tin of yummy, homemade goodness.  Last year, I did most of my cookie baking at night because The Peanut was very uninterested in the cookie part of things…but frighteningly intrigued as to why the oven was so hot when I opened the door.  This year, though, I've gotten several shaker containers of colored sprinkles and glistening sugars and lots of smallish cookie cutters that are the perfect size for little chefs, and we are going to try our hands together at sugar cookies.

I predict that we make more of a mess than usual…but I bet that I have more fun.  And I hope that she will as well.  I'm going to take egregious' advice (I think it was egregious who suggested this, anyway…), and fill some muffin tins with individual frosting colors and let her make whatever mess she wants putting colors on the cookies.  This should be quite amusing, and I'm sure they will be very artistic little masterpieces.  (Nope, no momma prejudice here.  Nosiree.)

Mr. ReddHedd has loaded the entire Smith family collection of Christmas music on the birthday iPod, and I can set it for random play — if I'm allowed to listen to music at all as we bake this year, since we've been on a constant rotation of Frosty The SnowmanSanta Claus Is Coming To Town, and How The Grinch Stole Christmas

If nothing else, maybe I can promise to sing Jingle Bells over and over again…we've been doing that a lot in the car lately, anyway.

And after this last sprint to the holiday finish, I can kick back and relax and munch on a tasty cookie or two with my warm mug of morning coffee cheer…and be thankful for all of the blessings that I've been lucky enough to have this year.  I was thinking about that a little last night, and thought that might be a fun conversation for all of us to have this morning as well.  So fill up your mug and let's talk about what we'll be doing for ourselves this week, whether we have any relaxation plans this weekend or at some point (hopefully sooner rather than later), and for what we are grateful — individually and collectively.

Let's talk about some comfort and joy this morning.  Pull up a chair…

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Christy Hardin Smith

Christy Hardin Smith

Christy is a "recovering" attorney, who earned her undergraduate degree at Smith College, in American Studies and Government, concentrating in American Foreign Policy. She then went on to graduate studies at the University of Pennsylvania in the field of political science and international relations/security studies, before attending law school at the College of Law at West Virginia University, where she was Associate Editor of the Law Review. Christy was a partner in her own firm for several years, where she practiced in a number of areas including criminal defense, child abuse and neglect representation, domestic law, civil litigation, and she was an attorney for a small municipality, before switching hats to become a state prosecutor. Christy has extensive trial experience, and has worked for years both in and out of the court system to improve the lives of at risk children.

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