Every time I go to the store lately, I find myself wandering down the Christmas aisles admiring all the pretty things I don’t need. Especially the festive little cookie cutters. I have these beautiful visions of the wonderful cookies I could make for my kids... you know... if there weren't four baskets of laundry downstairs that need to be folded, dishes that need to be done before I can even think about making dinner and three little people who are constantly hugging one (or both?) of my legs while I try to get anything done. But I can't help myself.