I love whipped cream. I would go as far as to say that I am notorious for my love of whipped cream. I am the kind of girl that will send a drink a drink back if it is lacking this garnish. I am timid and apologetic when I do so, but I will step out of my comfort zone and take action in every instance that this topping is missing. It embarrasses my husband, but I am that passionate about it.

A few years ago when I first started Pinterest I saw this idea to freeze cool whip and then use cookie cutters to create shapes to plop on top of your hot cocoa. I thought it was a fabulous way to add a little flare to something I already adored. It’s really easy to do and kids love it! My only complaint is that it takes up a lot of freezer space so be prepared for that if you want to give this thing a shot.

All you need is a tub of cool whip and some cookie cutters that are the desired shaped AND small enough to fit in a coffee mug.

First off you will spread the cool whip about 2 inches thick along a cookie sheet. Then cover it with saran wrap and place it in the freezer until completely frozen solid (preferably over night).
Once that’s done you just cut the shapes out like cookies and place it in your hot chocolate or drink of choice.

Take a photo because that’s the only thing that is going to last with this little embellishment. Much like the snow cream recipe I shared yesterday, the cool whip melts fast so you have to be ready to complete the whole process quickly once you get going.

Lastly, I recommended adding a candy cane as a stir stick because it’s cute and it adds nice flavor to the beverage.

That’s all there is to it. It doesn’t have to be a Christmas treat, but it is nice to try around this time of year because it is so festive. If you are looking to show off to friends at a party, entertain kids over Christmas break, or even just treat yourself to a cup of cheer, this cookie cutter whipped topping is sure to do the trick.

Snow days rank VERY high as one of my favorite moments of childhood. I didn’t even discover snow cream until middle school when I lived in Atlanta. My best friend’s grandmother made it for us on one of those rare Georgia snow days. It was love at first taste for me! I had kind of forgotten about the tradition after spending many of the following years in Texas where snow was even more rare. However since moving to Ohio I get to experience the joy of snow days again . Only now I watch my children light up at the idea of an impromptu day off of school due to the fun weather conditions. That’s when it hit me that I had to introduce them to the magic of ice cream made of snow!

I know some of you are thinking. Uh, snow? Like from the outside world? That’s gross. I am not eating that? Well, the idea is to get fresh fallen snow inches off of the ground, not some stuff that’s been around all day and starting to get the muddy grey hue. If you still can’t handle that, fine. No snow cream for you!

Anyway, here is the recipe.

You will need:
8 cups of snow
1 cup of milk
1/3 cup of sugar
1 teaspoon of vanilla

Gather approximately 8 cups of freshly fallen snow.

Add milk, sugar, vanilla extract (or any other flavor from mint, to almond, to orange), and snow to a large bowl. 

Mix gently until the flavors are blended.

Work swiftly, but gently, and do not over mix because it will melt or turn to slush! In fact if you are more concerned with consistency over flavor pack on more snow. That’s how I was able to achieve the double scoop. Ta Da!

 Finally, garnish with the toppings of choice and enjoy! 

We’ve made it in bowls with sprinkles

or put it into little ice cream cones.

We’ve used vanilla, or almond extract and there has definitely been whipped topping involved on occasion. I know it’s just sugary ice mixture, but it’s SNOW! It’s magical. Seriously, what could be more fun than eating an limited edition ice cream delivered from the sky? It makes me think of that scene from cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

Maybe my children will someday look back on the memory of their mom going out in her clunky boots with a measuring cup and a giant mixing bowl to gather freshly fallen snow in front of the whole neighborhood. Maybe they’ll think that I was crazy, but either way I hope they’ll think of snow days with same kind of nostalgia I do. I hope it always makes them smile.

For day 1 of my 12 pinnacle days of Christmas I am sharing my favorite Christmas cookie. 
Everyone needs to try this recipe! 

Their photo is so much prettier than mine. Sorry, I didn’t have time to pull out my SLR and arrange a photo session this time. 

I first discovered it from Six Sisters’ Stuff via pinterest. They are so easy to make. I have the recipe memorized because it only takes 4 ingredients. 

Immediately place an Andes Mint on top of each cookie and spread it around as the mint melts. 

* I tried using Godiva chocolate squares and that was really delicious too. I even used the kind with raspberry filling, so if mint isn’t your thing you can modify with just about any chocolate candy. 

I have also made these cookies using Andes Holiday Squares, which I found at the grocery store.

 It just made the cookies that much more festive. 

You can use the holiday candy version to create the chocolate frosting, shown on the left in the photo below. Or if wait and let the cookies cool for about 5 minutes then you can place the chocolate on top and just push it down on the sides with a spoon to leave the decorative design shown on the right.

I have brought these cookies to parties, given them away as gifts with recipe included (that was a hit), and just made them for myself, because why not? 

That’s my favorite Christmas Cookie recipe, and you can also find it over at GraceTable.org for the virtual Christmas Cookie exchange.  

What’s your favorite Christmas Cookie? 

Remember when I threw together this 4th of July e-card at the last minute?

This time last year I was sharing the tragic and sudden passing of a friend’s 18 month old daughter on Thanksgiving day. I will never forget sitting around the table as a family, serving up our Thanksgiving meal only to hear from my brother that baby Palmyr didn’t make it. I absolutely broke down. Palmyr was the same age as my baby Ezie. They played in the nursery together. She had a twin sister and an older sister Z’s age. Her grandfather has pastored our church for 33 years. He was the one to dedicate me as a baby and he baptized me. He dedicated Ezie last year. Needless to say, I have known this family my entire life and when something this catastrophic happens to them it as if it had happened to me.

I had the honor of photographing the girls with some of Palmyr’s special keepsakes last spring.

God is so faithful though. He is so merciful in how he heals our wounds and works all things together in His timing for His glory. Palmyr’s mom was the nursery coordinator at our church and she had it on her heart to have people make donations to the church nursery in lieu of flowers. The nursery was desperately in need of a renovation. The money came in and the people went to work. The whole project has been a lengthy process, but once the construction was complete my brother was able to go in and put a mural on the walls of one of the rooms. It is absolutely breathtaking.

My iPhone photos certainly do not do it justice.

In case you are wondering this is all hand painted. My brother is such an extraordinary artist.
Several news stations in Northern Kentucky will be featuring this story on Thanksgiving day. If they post it online I will update this blog to include a video of the interview.

Not only is this little girl’s legacy honored through this beautiful nursery, but the project continues as they have been able to do more fund raising to see the Palymr’s Playhouse Project go global. The next location is in Kenya Africa.

The Lord showed Palymr’s mom a vision of a building with a green door and some time later she was looking through a photo album of someone’s mission trip to an orphanage that had the exact picture the Lord had showed her. She knew then what needed to happen and after talking with the missionaries there they were brought to tears. The African children were needing a safe place to run and climb and the idea of Palymr’s Playhouse was an answer to their prayers.

It still hurts. There will always be a space in their hearts for their daughter, their sister. However the story of what God has done with them and through them is a powerful testimony that will continue to reach so many. Please remember to keep the Keith family in your prayers this week. They will be spending Thanksgiving in Disney Land this year, which I think is a phenomenal idea. The whole Holiday season is not going to be easy though. I am reminded that there are many grieving around this time of year and as we celebrate we can also pray for God’s comfort to envelop those that are hurting.

We will never forget sweet little Palymr, and as we remember her on Thanksgiving day we are thankful for the joy she brought in her short time here on earth and the joy we will have when we are reunited once again.

What are the qualifications for fame? What makes us star struck? Why are some people so obsessed with individuals whose credentials are sometimes limited to being on TV?  I try to avoid it honestly. People are just people. I don’t care if you are in movies, recording music, or writing books.

But I do care. A little. If you happen to be someone that I actually know about. Which is rare because I am pretty out of the loop when it comes pop culture. On more than one occasion I will hear a song and “say who is this?” Or “I’ve never heard them before” Only to have a friend or family member react as if I just shot them with a stun gun. “Have you been living under a rock!?” they ask in disbelief. My answer is, Yes. The rock of motherhood. If it’s not on PBS kids or Disney don’t expect me to be in the know.

However, with that being said, I do care a little about famous people. I can’t help but get jittery over a chance interaction with a celebrity. I compare it to seeing a whale in the ocean. It’s so far removed from what your daily routine is that it’s intriguing. Maybe you’ve watched a documentary about whales or possibly even seen one in captivity, but what are the odds that you would happen to see one out in the wild! I had the same reaction when I saw a giant black bear in the woods in Georgia or when I saw  Reba McEntire at the mall in Tennessee. I was unable to photograph the elusive bear or Reba, but it happened. There were witnesses.

Everyone whose spotted a rare animal or a celebrity from a distance pretty much thinks the same thing in both scenarios.

WOW! Okay, don’t make any sudden movements. I am just going to talk quietly through clenched teeth. We’ve seen pictures and footage of you. We’ve read about you, but here you are in your natural habitat live and in the flesh!

I am not comparing Reba McEntire or any other celebrity to wild animals, even if the media often treats them as such. It puts it in perspective though.

The internet has been a game changer when it comes to making contact with enertainers you admire. Sometimes all it takes is an email.

For example when I wrote about Rachel Coleman of Signing Time (As seen on Nickelodeon!!!). All it took was a google search for me to send her a link to the blog post and she actually wrote back! It was a sincere heart felt response too. She even gave me and update on how her daughter Leah is doing. It was really cool. The same thing happened when I quoted one of my favorite podcast speakers and I sent him a message and a link to my blog. He responded to my email right away! It’s pretty cool when busy people (and that could mean any of us) take the time reply to someone they don’t even know.

Then there have been times where I wasn’t even trying to connect, but thanks to #HASHTAGS it totally happened (notice how my language and puncuation gets more juvenile the more I talk about fangirl stuff. This is not at all intentional).

First of all I was listening to this audio book called Glitter and Glue, because I had heard it was was good and it was a New York Times best seller so why not?

 I put something on instagram and it wasn’t even really about the book, but I did hashtag #glitterandglue and author Kelly Corrigan commented her exact words were  “This makes me insanely happy!”

My respones? I freaked out. AHHHH! Best selling author Kelly Corrigan who I have never even heard of other than listening to this one book actually just commented on my instagram. I made her insanely happy. This must be a big deal! 

That was this summer, fast forward to this week and I came across this funny video about Christian Girl Instagrams.

I posted an instagram. By the way these two just happen to be pics of me, but I do post other things. I promise.

Anyway, who should comment? Christian comedian John Crist who tours with Tim Hawkins and I never ever even heard of him until this one youtube video, but still, A LOT of people have seen this video so again this is a big deal. I’m thinking AHHHHH! John Crist just called me perfect (not really, but I’m fanfirling so just go with it.) I love you too John!!!  

It’s funny how little, I mean oh so little, it takes for me to become star struck. My mom is a ticket agent at Delta so she has the best stories about famous people. She’s a lot like me though, she will go ga ga over some Pastor that she has heard of from California and Lady Ga Ga herself would be flying and my mom would be like whose that weirdo? I don’t think you are allowed to wear raw meat on the plane. For the record I am sure Lady Ga Ga flies on a private jet and I had to do a google search to find about the meat dress because like I said, I am not hip.

Everyone has that story of seeing or knowing somebody who is a somebody. Please tell me your best celebrity story. Even if it’s a celebrity that’s only a celebrity to you, it’s cool. I totally get that. Alright, let me hear it!

It was my idea for Z to join boy scouts. I pleaded with my husband as fervently as a top selling Mary Kay lady working toward a pink cadillac.

It’s only a $50 fee for the entire year I told him, and you know he has never had a chance to do Soccer or anything. He needs some form of extra curricular activity. He has made very few friends since we moved here. This could be good for him. They even include God in their motto!

After convincing my husband to go to the recruiter meeting I quickly learned that the $50 fee was just the beginning and just the uniform alone doubled that investment. Then between Z loosing his first patch, breaking my neck trying to sell popcorn, and having scheduling conflicts with one event after the other I was really starting to wonder what I had gotten us into.

The popcorn sales were the worst. They wanted each boy to sell a minimum of $275. The popcorn isn’t nearly as popular as it’s girl scout counterpart, little miss cookie. And it’s way more expensive. I was certain we were never going to reach that goal, but he we worked our hardest to do so. He did sales at Kroger, he asked relatives, church members, and we even went door to door in our apartment building. He wore his uniform every time. I honestly didn’t expect much from our apartment attempts. I assume all of our neighbors hate us because one has made formal complaints. The kids are really loud. I liken it to a construction truck that beeps to let you know it’s backing up, or an emergency vehicle that has a siren to alert “Make Way! Coming Through!”. My kids are like that when they go through the halls. They just don’t want anyone to get run over so they become as loud as possible to warn everyone that we are exiting (or entering) the building. Not only do our neighbors get irritated by us, but let’s be honest, it’s not the most affluent community either. I felt guilty even acknowledging that a a $25 bag of carmel popcorn exists! Having said all that, the Lord graciously reminded me that I might not know everything I think I know about all the people I am so quick to judge. Nearly every door we went to made a purchase (granted we were selective about whose we knocked on, but still!). The tenants of our humble apartment building bought more popcorn than anyone. I am glad to say that all the popcorn has officially been delivered and Z sold just over $275.

They had a HUGE party last night for the boys of the pack in celebration and the kids had the best time. I ran into a fellow tiger cub mother that I have connected with in the midst of this scouting experience. The story of how we met is actually quite interesting.

This is a horrible picture. We had just spent two hours in a sweaty venue late at night.

You see, I met this mom at Mother Son Night. We knew our boys were in cub scouts together

 (I even posted this picture of our boys in a previous blog post before these events took place).

We spent a lot of time chatting that night and really hit it off. We finally decided we should exchange numbers and get together some time. I gave her my number and she put it in her phone. Then she said “How funny. I have your number already” and showed me that I was indeed in her contacts. She had my first and last name (and my last name was spelled correctly, which can be tricky). So then she called me so that I could have her number and I said “Oh my goodness! I already have your number too!” There is was on my screen, her first and last name with her cell number. I had no idea how this could be. This was the first time we had met (so we thought). We tried to figure out if there had been some kind of scout meeting where information was given, but I was never at any of the events she was.  It just didn’t make sense. Fortunately, there is a little notes section in my phone’s address book where I had typed the word “park”. I saw that and asked her “Did we meet at the park?” After seriously racking our brains trying to figure it out, it hit me, when and where it was. We had met at the park two years ago before either one of us lived in the current city where our boys attend school now! I kid you not! In fact we live in Ohio now and the park is an hour away in Kentucky where we both lived at the time! Sorry for all the exclamation marks, but isn’t that crazy? JUST CRAZY! Obviously we got along the first time we met, but we never followed through with our attempts to connect. Then two years later our boys are in cub scouts together we meet again and would have never even remembered our first meeting if it weren’t for our phones!

So it is a small world after all and I guess I’ll admit that cub scouts does have it’s benefits.