Dunker Tookies

Last year we celebrated Christmas in the Mandan House. Grannie came over to make the traditional pfefferneuse cookies that I love, and the triple batch of cappuccino crinkles that papa and Uncle Mark enjoy. 

When a 2 year old scoops cookie dough, regular sized cookies morph into dunker tookies, a.k.a. monster cookies.

This year found us repeating the tradition, with slightly different results. Instead of putting Ky in charge of scooping the cookie dough, we let him roll the pfefferneuse in the powdered sugar. We'll just say it is going to be a very long time until all the traces of his handy work are cleaned up. 

Last year my itty bitties were, well, still so itty bitty

 

 This year my itty bitties are not so itty bitty.

Great grandma's buns make me happy too, Emmie!

As hard as it is to believe, we had the first decent snow fall of the year this weekend. While Grannie and I finished baking and tackled the clean up, Travis took the kids out for some winter fun.

There were many exclamations of sadness as the afternoon wore on and the snowman slowly lost his face as he melted back into ordinary piles of snow. It is amazing how quickly sad itty bitties bounce back when offered freshly baked cookies!