At Adrian’s preschool the staff have put up “Merry Christmas” on the wall in various languages. I believe it’s the languages spoken by kids or staff at the preschool: English, French, Finnish, Kurdish, Greek, Arabic, Assyrian, etc.
Adrian had apparently noticed that Estonian was not present and corrected this.
I hung up the Advent calendar. This year we have an activity calendar again, with activities ranging from massage to making Christmas ornaments.
The strips of paper all look the same. I wonder how many times I’ll have to unroll and reorganize them to fit them around yet another birthday party or Christmas event.
Today is the 1st Sunday of Advent. We hung Advent stars and unpacked Christmas decorations, Christmas books and other assorted Christmas-related stuff. The Santa hats were best.
The Christmas CDs will stay in their boxes though. We’re 100% digital now, all the way, with the Sonos system playing music from both our own music library (including the Christmas CDs) and Spotify.
I have a weakness for sparkly heart-shaped Christmas tree ornaments.
(Actually taken on Christmas Eve, but the days are all blurring together into one giant lump of Christmas.)
Ingrid, Lego and Christmas tree.
Today we brought home the Christmas tree and dressed it. Adrian took our talk of “dressing the tree” literally.
The Bergheden family Christmas party took place yesterday. Here’s Ingrid and Adrian playing with the youngest Bergheden cousin, Einar.
We continued making Christmas. Today: gingerbread cookies. We have our own recipe for gingerbread cookie dough, which Eric has tweaked and optimized over the years, so the cookies we make are by now excellently suited to our taste. They are much spicier than store-bought ones.
For a kid, just making cookies is fun enough. Now that has become rather routine, so I come up with extra tweaks to make it more interesting. For example, I like to challenge myself to waste as little dough as possible. Not that it is really wasted, because we roll it out again and again, but do that enough times and the dough becomes too dry and floury.
(Of course an easy way to get the least scraps would be to tile the entire dough with either triangles or crescent moons, but that would be no fun at all, not to bake and not to eat.)
I work inwards from the edges of the rolled dough, choosing the shape that fits best and leaves the least scraps, and then filling in any gaps with smaller shapes.
It was therefore a pleasant surprise when the curve of the Christmas tree turned out to be a perfect fit for the curve of the pig’s belly.
A simple Christmas wreath for the front door.
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