Twas the night before

All iced up

I can hardly believe Christmas has come and gone, and that a week ago I was rushing around Ikea and Target, subjecting poor crowd-averse Miss Maizey to my office holiday potluck, welcoming Will home before 5 p.m., and icing those Betty-mixed sugar cookies...

We quickly found out that our little Picasso would rather create than decorate. And I realized why my mom is the world's fastest cookie decorator. With little kids to cater to, you don't have time to make rainbow zebras. Unless you're a dad.

The jolly Joker at her finest.

More merry pics to come...

Cookie monster

For those worried Maizey would be permanently scarred from Santageddon, never again able to capture that Christmas spirit - fear not. Girlfriend found something to really celebrate this holiday season. Hint: to make up for my lack of a sweet tooth, Maizey's been endowed a full set of sugar-loving chompers. Yep. Sassy pants loves herself some cookies.

On Tuesday, at 7:30 a.m., she threw herself on the kitchen floor and wailed... "Toooties, Mama. Toooties."

I gave her one.

But taking advantage of the teachable moment, made her help bake more.

Maizey's highlight? Dough eating and flour throwing. Stay tuned for the icing-event...

Confession: Yes the dough was homemade - but I didn't make it. Came straight from Grandma's U.P. kitchen, delivered by Aunt Robin. Thanks, ladies!

p.s. Yesterday (Thursday, Dec. 20) Maizey decided to free climb. Straight out of her crib. Lawd help us.