When I grow up, I want to be just like my mom, especially around the holidays. My mom is really good at Christmas. I use all of her recipes and decorate our house the same way she does. I copied her countdown calendar, and Jackson and I even enjoy Amy Grant Christmas music because that's what my mom always plays. She taught me everything I need to know about baking holiday goodies, and I'm pretty sure she learned it all from my Grandma, so in honor of them, I've been teaching Jackson. He seemed completely facinated when I explained to him the secrets of perfect toffee. And he was a very good little helper when it came time to deliver the treats to all of our friends.
Here he is all bundled up. He has his own gloves that fit, but he likes my fuzzy gloves better.
And here he is pouting because I won't let him hold the camera. Don't you just almost want to give in.
And this is what Tyler did while we delivered goodies. I guess finals have been pretty exhausting.
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Aren't moms the best? I love Johnny Mathis Christmas music because of my mom. I always spice my eggnog because of my mom, I always put a candy cane in my hot chocolate because of my mom, and I make her same recipes.
I also love Amy Grant Christmas music. But not because of my mom.
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