Home.

That is where we will be as we finish out the year. The events that occurred on Friday leave me with emptiness. I have no energy to focus on anything new. I want normal. I want comfort. Comfort for the families who have lost their babies. It's such a senseless tragedy. The only sense I can make of it is proving that life is meant to be cherished. Procrastination must end for the old saying, "there's always tomorrow" takes on a whole new meaning. You might not be so lucky to have your tomorrow. America needs a wake-up call. We need to start acting like humans again, going back to the simple things we learned in Kindergarten. Where have we lost compassion for another person's life? There isn't one thing we can point to for blame. It's our society that has created a perfect storm. Guns are bad. Doesn't anyone get that? Violent replications of killing on video games must immediately be banned. Really? Hours and hours of watching people get blown up has to have a desensitized reaction to the brain after a while. Especially for brains that can't separate reality from fiction. I have no answers. God will sort this out and guide us along the way. We must keep the faith.

This week is the cookie countdown. Sunday, the girls spent hours over at their Uncle "Bs'" house, baking cookies and frosting them. Katy had the most fun. She took a nutcracker and made it a Frankenstein! Andy has the baking schedule organized. Monday he whipped up our famous Sweet Cereal Mix while Elie churned out a pretzel wreath (this needs a more clever name). I'm gaining weight as we speak... Looking forward to the blizzard to tuck into our home so we can dance and sing and bake cookies in our jammies. Ok, so I'm dreaming. The kids may not have school tomorrow but us working folk will battle the roads in the cold.

Running out of time to post last night's baking. Stay tuned.